high haze is right
on Monday’s run
a wide white sky
an almost sun
and I receive
a promise there
a gliding calm
in quiet air
the climate moves
despite the cool
the water breaks
and puddles pool
a chickadee
calls out from limb
a hint of coming
sweeter hymns
play me:
image: painting by Kazuya Akimoto
A pale, peaceful, pastel poem – love
deep breath