a lovely sunset
perhaps a ripe peach
or orange
or mandarin
or pomelo
and to some of us
not fruit at all
a lovely sunset
perhaps a ripe peach
or orange
or mandarin
or pomelo
and to some of us
not fruit at all
Snow blankets in a white-dappled veil
Pushed softly by the wind like a curtain
Behind the window, in a cave of warmth
A viewer finds it deceptively gentle
The pebble dropped in the water:
A ripple for a giant
A shockwave for an ant
The girl hops on one foot
Then on two;
The whole world is changed
From just an extra step
The youth knows only summer
And plays and frolics through the golden time
The man knows the fall and winter
And tries to smile as he prepares
The old one knows the seasons will pass
And cycle and pass farther than he can live
The world continues on long after we are gone
The wise mind finds comfort in this
And the child, under the weathered skin
Fears death