One wing – outstretched
Waiting for the sun to warm their cold stones.
Moss speaks in color: chartreuse, turquoise, lemon yellow, a touch of ultramarine
Juniper berries answer, plump in blue-grey
The drone of the planes drowns out their voices
The Shinto spirits left long ago
But the Koi remain
(I hope they do not feed them corn, like the salmon bred for our waistlines)
The water flows, like a cool breeze of light
That flickers on the leaves of the magnolia.
Sunlight advances and the damp steams off.
Two Feathers Fluffed