Bright morning shadows
Cover the new blue flower
Which grows in sun and shade.
Cricket in the field
Warmed by sun chirps merrily.
No creature answers.
Somewhere hammer knocks;
Bird calls out plaintive hoot.
Small bugs are buzzing.
Shadowed woods goes on
Stretching beyond all limits
To where the mind ends.
Two planes in the sky
Fill up the silence below,
Then fade, fade away.
A bright shock of brown
Bursts out among the green leaves--
Coming fall is here.
Shadowed on the ground
Tablet for writing, drawing,
Or just resting here.
Lone mushroom growing
Beneath overhanging rock
Bounces back the sun.
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