A Bright Day


Dull day
Lost to rain
This pencil writes on into mist.

Bird song wasp drone
This rhythm.

A bird warbles
The setting sun.

The answering forest
No judgement.

All is way
Seething life
It shines!

The still leaves
Life gathered
There is no saying this.

Another line
Another meaning
Where is the sense?

Wings dip in blind rush.

Wind-whipped mist
A glimmer of sky
The acorns fall.

Moss luminous
This dull light
Pools rainwater.

Soft yellow apples
Only a few remain
Wild boar.

All fall
Earth tumble
This pencil spills words


About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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