Sunday August 24
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The first fall chill
in the shadows long
the middle of the
afternoon
our lotus blossoms sit
upon window sill
shining gold in the
filtering light
through the emerald
of the trees.
Brr..say let’s go up on the hill
through fields of goldenrod, wild carrot
as bees fly through the bergamot
that gloriously arcs into our path
Through the stream
as it cools our tired feet
past the growing hazel nuts
and the fruit of the wild plum tree
and out into great warm expanse
far out toward the hickory tree
pulling Mom’s wagon as we go
to look down upon the field great
where we just were short while ago
to place upon it the sustenance
of the season’s growing dance
sprung from generous earth
past the great hornet’s nest
like we firm in their intent
sending forth emissaries
to places here and there
Occasionally to say
in their furious buzzing way
to tell of where they went
and what they saw
And at days end to quietly stand
in the evening glow so still
upon your medlar tree
as the night sounds begin
and air fills with the music
of uncountable beings
the chirp, the whirr, the piping clamor
to feel the spirits
all around us
listening to
the wild and ceaseless symphony
To return to silent studio
where gouge and loom quietly sit
to create our shared destiny
as our prayer flag rises
to the evening wind.
August 20
* courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.