The first rays of sun
are honey
on the leaves
the back-lit maples
a singing sort of green
but already slipping
into something
more sensible
the beginning’s ending
the first of many
In envy I watch them
palm the breeze
not obliged to leave
not turning away
from the morning’s
kindness
distilling
this suffusion
into sweet
sweet sap
but I have no
alembic
of trunk and leaf
just a few
harried words
and somewhere to be.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I particularly admire your use of lines – delicate, yet pointedly strong – with a great sense of movement.
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Thank you! I recently read about words in poems “being actual / having the form / of motion” which is definitely something to aspire to.
Especially for people who have conniption fits trying to work out line breaks… 🙂
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I share your pain (and your fits)!
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I love this poem, and in rereading it, I noticed the comment I wanted to leave never arrived! “already slipping into something more sensible” Great line still celebrating the beauty of the morning in lovely nature imagery yet foreshadowing your final stanza with its change of tone and mood, the moment you slip from such joy in the moment to the sensible.
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