Windy June morning
The branches of the trees bend
In the summer wind
The neighbor's chi gong routine;
A peaceful, flowing stillness
Seen through a window
Clouds hovering in the sky;
When did they arrive?
Lovers under a full moon
Gaze fondly at each other
The night is quiet
October contemplations;
The past, the future . . .
Autumn is not summer's death,
It is the birth of winter
He's sad and happy;
On his fortieth birthday
Friends reminiscing
A squirrel lines his nest with leaves;
He's very meticulous
Several times a day
She catalogs the email
Without reading them
Purchased on a sudden whim
A blue vase of white roses
The family altar,
An angel hovers nearby,
Incense and candles
For just a few brief minutes
Mountains catch the sunset light
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