Observation
Sunlight glitters through spider webs,
glistens in buzzing wings of small insects
glimmers in movement of leaves, and
bird wings rising.
A breeze quakes the golden aspen tree.
The suchness of an autumn evening.
Shadows of winter cross in my mind.
The dark, the damp, the cold.....
Meanwhile a shimmering light
occupies my eyes.
Ashland, 1990
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