Poetry Daily's featured poet, Paul Henry, from Wales:

My window is full of leaves.

My window is full of bare branches today, but for a few last burnished reds clinging to the Japanese maple across the street.

What is it with poets from across the sea? Why do their poems always sound just a bit more luminous?

Read the poem by clicking on "Your Daily Poem" at right. The last stanza filled me with sweetness though the sky hangs with typical western Pennsylvania gloom.