paradox

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold

inside the flurry
resides
a particular tranquility
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paradox of the purple bloom
petals holding both
snow and sun

the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion

without contradiction
arrived the second bloom
interpretation upheld by the past

summer drawn
with wind and water
moving while still

neither even or fair
the lay of the land
embraces inconsistency

uncertainty embraced
calm ensues
amidst chaos

like the thought
that changes perception and reality
a ray of light
illuminates the leaf’s simple complexities

even when still
time moves the wheel

It is in the space
where there is nothing
that everything resides.