in which i attempt to make my own blackout poems

I said: "why not?", and here they are.

Poem i. reads...

beautiful sunlight so prized by the shade, of eyes merry and arrogant, as the sun slanted down in the green trees of white blossoms.

Poem ii. reads...

oaks and night air, so pretty from the upstairs window (between fluttering curtains), down the path toward the dark cedar, bringing a small ray of hope.