In This Scene

I love her now
in this early bright
brimmed over with bloated breeze
In this scene where the tremulous sounds
of birds reecho,
In the sluggish flux
of air lifting up a tune,
making an enchanting
melody of her own beauty.
I love her now and here
Where the sky radiantly glow
Its golden hues and cast thin
Lines of rays passing
through my windows.
@ Welkin Siskin