This day is serenely sunny —
It’s more than illusion;
everything is radiant.
The light
fills all my empty spaces.

Who knew such buoyancy
was possible
with feet still on the ground?
Eye to eye with the tops of pines,
there is so much to share
about soaring.

Everything exists
on the edge of a breath.
Both delicate and durable, all time
is a tapestry; October’s scene
is woven with gold.

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