Hobnobbing

When the sun is late and lounging,
With not much more to say,
It’s light filters through
Titillating tree leaves –
Hobnobbing in an evening breeze.
To closed eyes alights
Locomotion of limpid light.
Rippling shadows massage
Lids of sleepy sight.

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