Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight Comments

When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb and fingers; No lasting effect of it lingers. emotions, feelings. tony

does the title define the subject matter of poems focus

' one impulse persists as our breath; the other persists as our faith'- so true!

No lasting effect of it lingers. A pem full of imageries.

.....good poem, the sun is necessary for life ★