A leaf drifts downward
The still of the pond broken
Amber shifts to blue

A pebble dislodged
Patters down the stairwell steps
Silence then returns

A ray of soft light
Finds the one hole in the fence
Breaking through the dark

Storms rip through the glen
Leaving trees bent and broken
Still one flower grows

Latched to the brick wall
Watching as the day goes on
What thinks the gecko?

A feather drifts by
Who else has seen it’s passing
Carried by the wind

Winter becomes spring
The ground brings forth its flowers
Still I miss the snow

A bell like chiming
Sounds from the raindrops falling
On my old tin roof


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