Changing behaviour

A morning hill without people.

Yellow blossoms

between rocks.

Soft red leaves.

In a kind blanket of fog,

the sky brightens.  

Everything is bright

The sky that is not busy.

The clouds that are not busy.

One bird

on the horizontal bar

of the early morning hill.

The day unfolding

naturally,

comfortably.

Smiles.

Cherishing myself and others

In one corner of the late summer evening,

small flowers in blossom

by the quiet evening light.

Wet hair.

A gentle breeze blowing.

A lovely clear, pure sound

from the leaves and grass under a tree.

Something I hear for the first time.

The sound of crickets.