Further...
In spring there is first
budding and green and
dreaming ambition forming
into summer strength
and purpose giving shade
giving way to autumn
every leaf finding color
and spirit and freedom
falling to the ground
resting
until blanketed with snow.
The hill above my window then,
as
white and barren
pure and empty
solid and strong
as an ivory buddha.
Today I part my hair
a little further to the left.
Every line brings color to
the inside, to the mind,
filling and emptying.
Yet I cannot age
with the grace of trees...
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