Unknown
For a measure of sixty degrees
Half of the world looks like
King Midas has gone blind
The hue of value lingers
It leaks through leaves and branches
Reflecting, shifting, giving new perspective
Shadows speak of a source
Things normally seen show up in brilliance
And yet the span has just begun
© Antonia Simonik 6-15-12
*Spontaneous Poem written at ‘The Tubs’*
