Pungent wood smoke;
Noisy car zips past me;
Walnuts on the road.
Dew shines in the field;
Blue daisies peer out shyly.
September Sunday.
Bee sits motionless
Sprawled on the tiny white flower.
Has it expired?
One bright patch of light
Surrounded by deep darkness--
Forest paradox.
Old telephone pole
Standing, pecked at hammered on--
A faded sign post.
Motion on the ground;
Something moves under the leaves:
Invisible beast!
Single shiny strand
Stretches from nowhere to moss,
A slide for fairies.
White petals of light
Helter skelter seize the sun
Crushing out darkness.
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