All is so alive
Puddles reflect branches; mirrors of a passing.
Shadows imprint their transitory flirtation with the sun.
Paths of green lead to more green
And green seasons the air, reaches up noses.
A sudden vibration of crows overhead
echo through the trees while
still leaves hold their breathe
waiting for the next whisper to tickle their intrigue.
A call escapes me.
One shouldn’t interrupt harmony.
Messages from above,
Decorate like sprinkles on a cake.
A twig cast onto the reflective waters
Ripples in the still life
Proof that it’s real.
All is silent. All is so alive.