And Who Was I Then?

How swiftly the sun
Passes from blazing to haze;
How swiftly my moods.


Stella sits quietly
While bird cries echo outside;
Quiet overall.


In shade of the trees
A gathering of ghosts sit
In comfortable chairs.


The peaceful dark stream
Was covered with ice and snow;
And who was I then?


Shadows bend the road;
Sunshine dapples the dark woods;
All is light and dark.


Edge of the deep woods,
Buttercups reflect the sun--
Portals to darkness.


Fragrant white flower
Pricks as I go to smell it--
Always a pay back.


Christmas ornaments
Stood out in the hard winter;
Now embraced in Spring.