The Depth of Breathing

Half past December the dim light comes Transfers gray images reflected on the lake From clouds crowding the sky about to cry Huddled near by are the strange mountains Holding scenery together just close by Calm facilitates a kaleidoscopic morning rite Maneuvers with blue birds dipping down to take a drink Makes ripples in the time line they deserve Thirst works with maturity in harmony with nature The common observer takes it all in at once They come to the conclusion that all is well There is more to be perceived if given more time To a paradox generated to facilitate the calm There is no sin in simply breathing