as one inspires one,
others inspires one…
connection to the Divine
complete
as oneness envelopes
Hear me, as I look
to the east
My eye gaze
upon a feast
Wonderous colours
Encircle the sky
As the Sun rises
To greet the day
A car may rumble by
But all I hear
Is the distant
Long since gone
Thunder
who once prey
upon us
Only to give us
so little rain
Whispering wind
still
Persists
speaking of triumphs
During the night
A squeech
A sound
A cry
The birds
delight as they drink
from the water dish
left out for the dogs
There goes little one
digging in the flowers
might be some grubs
or some mouse in there
Such a hunter
Tail-wag
Success in the making
whether to actually catch
something or not
the Success is all
in the game of play
Little joys
bring such
Big delight
to ones
who open up
to see
~Pauline Harris2012
Solwhovian 