On this silent dawn
I observe August passing
Through thick summer fog
The stream flows around the bend,
The sound of a distant owl
Nature photographs
A Yosemite brochure
And vacation plans
A Sagittarius sky
The hub of the wheel of time
The full moon pauses
Hovering at the zenith
The gate to the heart
She looks in on her children
And hopes they will have sweet dreams
In the small backyard
An angel checks the garden
And offers blessings
He drops the kids off at school
Then drives quickly to the store
In the city park
Suddenly the cherry trees
Are dense with blossoms
Slowly walking hand in hand
They wonder if this is love
Towards the end of March
The smell of new blades of grass
Like sublime incense
Vespers in the quiet church
A homeless man finds some rest
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