#CurtainsAtDawn

I viewed them framed and through my eyelids,
Just light shade of darker against whiter light.
I knew they were trees as i knew where i'd slept,
Through my closed lids, the window's lacy curtains.
An early morning rorschach game of Nature
Gently suggesting the day in soft dreamy lines.

They were tall, standing in a row, not near, not far,
Tall enough to seem this third floor close to ground,
Or on mutual terms, some visual reciprocity at least.
I wondered if they started on the golf course's faraway ...