by B-Miles Jackson
Looking out my window,
The lull of the greens,
Quiet my soul,
Holds me fast.
The tree leaf beckons me,
Come sit a while.
Cares, sorry afloat;
Cushion by the greens, I go.
I lose track,
A the wind
Tips across my flesh;
Held by the green I let go.
Flowers a ray of color,
Nestle in the grass.
Me a small intrusion,
Lulled by the greens.
Swaying in the breeze,
A ripple in the sea of life;
Moving a iota,
Though lulled by the greens.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015