Human beings must walk with humility,
always sharing the path with
earth's other creatures.

Perhaps those tangled strands of sand found on the beach
at low tide are fleeting impressions of some
sea nymph's tousled locks.

Eagerly anticipating spring,
some buds cautiously
begin to unfold.

Puddles are wonderful traps for pieces of sky.
The fallen are caught, but released again
when the sidewalk has dried.

Teardrops clung to the face
of the dead leaf, suddenly
parted from its
parent tree.

Ghosts of dead trees make their presence
felt by scrawling their names on
the face of the water.