First Day of Summer

A magic flute, a silver note,
a robin on the wing;
everything is celebrating
summer     and I
am one with them.

My eyes see only art,
the weed, the vine, the bloom,
the supple Maple tree,
Each is a maestro
in its proclivity to dance, or sing,
or merely be.

Though I,
wan mortal that I am,
stand paler
by their beauty, Today
I am at once the wing-ed bird
and the graceful tree.

Awake on a Foggy Night by smzang

Tonight
the air a presence
a blanket, thick
with summer mist

The world
and all around it --
cosmos -- light and dark --
stars -- everything

wrapped in a shawl
albeit a thin one
ethereal even
so much so

without thinking
I pushed my hand
through it
and touched the moon