Sunlight skates
atop the river
gliding on the cold
Union
Mist marries
the mountain
to the lake.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.
So Blue the Sky
so still the brook.
Look deep into the water
and see heaven.
Picasso
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?
Illuminated White
it must have been reflecting
the heart of the moon.