Leaves sit like sea shells on the pavement.
A canopy of red, glowing under a pale blue sky.
Magical, and majestic.
A white heron lumbers, lazy wings passing overhead.
Sandy tufted grasses rub in the warm breeze.
Surrounded by a busy world, humming with intent.
Yet I sit silent. Open and in tune, with what IS.
A perfect moment. Happiness, and gratitude – for this beautiful winter’s day.