I cannot help finding it.
the burn of too hot oolong
in cracked blue ceramic
butter cream and strawberries
a gift from a stranger.
Compelled to read it in
the drops falling from my brush
straight ink lines on kozo paper
the mountains changing dresses
from summer to autumn
An old woman selling sweet corn
beside a gravel road
in the rain, barely traveled.
the sunset blooms larger than sunrise
peeling laughter of children
in frightened delight of lapping foamy waves
A white plastic fan in the living room looking sad
or the lavender soap sliding down the drain

© Fae Hilscher