First Sun to Last


New sun
Condenses mist
From first light.

Silvered now
It glitters
Down valley deep.

Soft stirring
Wind wakes
The air to dance.

Rising tide
Brims the ridge
Flows through trees.

This skin sense
Morning touch
Wonder feels.

How heavy
Liquid burst
From giving sky.

And then the earth
This earth
Dark with must.

First sun to last
With wandering
Empty cloud.


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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