In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Words dance softly on the page,
Whispering tales of ordinary wonders,
Beneath the gentle gaze of a poet’s sage.

A cup of coffee holds the universe,
As morning light spills across the table,
Each sip a moment paused in time,
In his words, the simple becomes fable.

Shadows stretch like curious cats,
Exploring the crevices of our days,
With each line, a door gently opens,
To a world where imagination plays.

Billy Collins, master of the mundane,
Paints with strokes both light and profound,
In his verses, we find ourselves anew,
Embracing the beauty that quietly surrounds.