Poems for the Smiling Heart

Revealed

The morning sun lifts to pull down the mist.
The mist is defiant
holds strong
will not uncover what it has hidden.

Ah! but the mist is temporal
light is eternal.

Soon prismatic droplets warm up.

The mist nods silently and falls away.

Such beauty revealed!

The softly sloping feathers of the blue heron
the trickling tapestry of a nearby creek.

A fragrant dawning sky
now gathers up the remnants of night
its fingers thinning out the misty plumes
its arms overflowing with unbounded life.