"There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said." ― Alan Watts
The blossoms of autumn
Reinvent themselves
Along nature's path
Wilderness to explore
where one color begins
another takes over
a life of layers
Dragonfly's intention
moves with the breeze of mystery
savoring the sail of celestial questions
Answers not the reason
Dew-sequined web
trampoline for spider
Acrobat winking
at his crowd
at his crowd
Snack time
Black phoebe defies gravity's jest
dips and dives
Leaves his shadow behind
to decorate the sandstone
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