adrift

my heart is hiding
from the noises of the world
and still hears birds sing

measure

the wine gleefully
so a suffering heart ends
with a song of joy

trees

praying arms upraised
decorated with new clothes
each year at this time

nourishment

my heart desires

the quiet joy of music

blowing through the trees

singing

prayers for my soul

dancing on the face of earth

washing one more dish

mirror

seconds later time

returns to a normal state

the stranger smiles

secret

hiding all the pains
within an aging body
is the elder's art