Creatures of the light

"Creatures of the light" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada


He found me in a sunny patch

He came to me across the stream

With careful steps, wet-cold from spring

Dark eyes locked fast on mine


Whispered low in open verse

I heard his unvoiced question

My wonder showed in his surprise

Our shared anticipation


Sister, why do you sit here,

Far from stone and glass?

What brought you to our ancient trees

Across fields of waving grass?


Brother, I grew weary there

With days eclipsed by night

I came searching all this time to find

Creatures of the light

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