Winter afternoon. Half-lit alder trunks close by.
Rose-tinted, white clouds sail across the sky.
Difficult to convey such fleeting beauty, even
gilded grass-blades seem touched by a mystery.
A ragged ram feeds among willow-copse shadows.
A few short Buddha steps he’d be clothed in gold.
16th January 2010
© Mark F Chaddock
Monday, February 22, 2010
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