Out of the dull clouds--
Bright steaming rays of sunshine;
I am good to go.
The great secret is:
Allow sunshine to come and go,
And be there each way.
Covering the ground
Forsythia petals fall;
The earth is yellow.
Billowed in the sun,
Clouds leisurely cross the sky;
They're going nowhere.
Strong wind up the road
Shivers and shakes the bushes--
A rain of petals.
The leaves make shadows
Pressed upon the bark of trees:
Creatures of un light.
Fiddle ferns growing,
Their heads bowed towards each other
In green silent prayer.
No comments:
Post a Comment