#100Poems: Number17

I sat alone reading a book
In the afternoon Light.

The wind blowing gently
Through the trees
Stirred the new leaves
Into expressing their Joy
As a dance of Shadows
And Sunbeams.

A late afternoon Ballet
Across my lap as I sat
By the open window
Reading my book.

#100Poems: Number16

Weekends

come too slowly.

I’m ready to party,

or maybe I’ll sleep-in longer.

Yes. That.

#100Poems: Number15

an end of the term haiku…

rock paper scissors

time to grade the term papers

bring on the coffee!

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