
narrative of a perfect afternoon
written by the four parallels of
lines, light, water, rock
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
leaves harmonize
with shadow and light
in the stillness resides everything
Standing in the quiet of the field
in the gentle morning light
the mountain range rests in soft clouds
all is as it should be.
A harmony of light and dark,
the forest floor wears herringbone.
In his stillness
the squirrel seeks
to become one with the tree.
In the garden everything finds its rightful home
a stone is sheltered by a mass of blooms
and so it should be.