A moment mourned
In sun and shade a fat bumblebee seeks.
Sweet grasses and crushed flowers scent the air.
Freezing snow retreats to far distant peaks.
White flees from colors of red and blue rare.
I think of a moment lost in my past,
An enlightenment from insight or disorder.
Brilliant clean light, timeless peace gone too fast.
It is the cold white “now” of all order.
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