"mottled shadow
dance the shape
the driven moth"

Love shadows in summer, or moonlight, dance, as when we walked up through a most beautiful wood, there were floating leaves in the breeze, and butterflies flitting too, they could be mistaken for each other.

"a plate of light
filled with a yearn
this sight"

This sun-hot surface warmed through the day comes back to me when I look at the dullness of rain-filled skies,
when the sun becomes a beacon to the positive.

"lies upon the cloak
alive in teeming
sparks"

The cloak of water filled with darting dragonflies.

"while the voices
swiftly turn
their mouths alive
with words to burn"

My remarks are due to my walk today, and as we passed the Lower shining Lake on the eastern side, on the western side, where there arose a babbling that puzzled us, were a row of pensionists OAP's, five in red and one in blue, walking and talking all the time-what did they see? We walk quietly, listening and seeing. You could say the OAP's lacked humility; unseeing, their minds inside their own heads, oblivious of nature around them.

You always make me think, Wolf, padding your way along the rides of the wilderness, watching and listening.
Ann.