Oneness, Wearing Peace

a solstice sambha



waking to cold darkness, fringes
of snow grasp trees, rocks, parked cars

sky moves from coal black, to slate
grey, to grey-white

in the time it took to scribble thoughts for a song,
to make black coffee, hot and strong

to muse about the simple and true
beauties of solstice unfolding

in spirit--no I and you- as snow on pine
fronds relaxes into--oneness wearing peace

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