Simple

Simple

A poem

at its simplest

Is rain in drought

Oceans in desserts

Peace in storms

 

It’s summer’s first cricket

Mid-winter’s owl

Spring’s early blossom

Day’s end’s full moon.

 

This poem

at its simplest

Is my soul unmasked

Essence spilt

Incense rising

Myself, my heart, me.

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