oh human folly
we want to see what isn’t
yet don’t see What-Is
be aware in the moment
so we don’t miss out on Joy
oh human folly
we want to see what isn’t
yet don’t see What-Is
be aware in the moment
so we don’t miss out on Joy
after spring showers
the slanting afternoon sun
warm on the skin
string of listless days
the roll of thunder sounding
hollow in the night
trail in the forest
oncoming walker cradling
telephoto lens
right before our eyes
the slow explosion of green
the color of spring
can there be so many hues
are our senses awakened