A leaf flutters quietly to the ground.
The gentle morn smiles on a new season.
The leaf is unaware of how its drop
becomes transcendent. It merely affirms.
A chipmunk leaves its mother’s womb, then breathes.
The gentle morn smiles on a new season.
The newborn chipmunk cares not for its own
miracle. It merely cries, suckles, and lives…
…and life turns in slow eternal motion.
The gentle morn smiles on a new season.
Life swells without care to mean anything
at all. It merely flows and continues.
Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard
August 4, 2011
