Bus Stop

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. 

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