This sky
sunset spraying out
as gods melted their favourite crayons
and smeared the clouds
That flower
I took a picture
but didn't know its name
and sent it to you anyway
Those clouds
pareidolic animals while I lay
above the valley
in the long bee meadow grass
This fence
wasp-eaten, weather-beaten
but in the morning sun
as beautiful as hummingbirds
My kettle
boiling whistling and eager
and my steaming tea
fragrant and invigorating
The quiet
the peace of mind and heart
as words are read and meditated on
the room not empty
Thanks etouffee and raincomplex