Buddha in sunlight
As peaceful as in the snow.
He's stone, after all.
Tiniest aster
Grows outside near my front door;
Open to the sun.
On the edge of tears
I talk about my summer
And how it touched me.
Bird chirps and shadows
Guide me on this daily walk.
Stream serenades me.
In the old wood pile
A chipmunk has made his home.
Seed puffs wave gently.
In sun's small spot light
A tiny plant stands erect:
Greatest show on earth!
A cluster of leaves
Dissolves into the sunshine;
More glow than substance.
Lying on the ground
Dead log melts into the woods;
A gentle journey.
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