Morning air is cool;
Voices of children next door;
Time to run and play.

Sitting and chewing
Concentrated on each bite:
Goat meditation.

There are only thorns:
Thistle's blue flower is gone
Armed now for winter.











Freckles of sunshine
Play with shadows on the tree--
Quiet morning games.

Small brown falling leaf
Quickly, jerkily, floats down
To the forest floor.

In the morning sun
Shadows and light in the moss--
Tiny universe.

Blue flowers tremble
As the bee climbs among them--
Awkward gardener.

Rushed sounds in the woods;
Unseen creatures move about.
Are they watching me?

Below blue flowers
Trickle of running water;
Stream is always there.