Omnipresent

Soft shadows in the morning
gentle fragrance of each new page
Your presence invites itself in, gracefully,
on all the paths I walk

Like the sky's red evening blood
bright as the burning sun
your flame flickers, unquenched
at the end of my every day

Whiter than the virgin snow
all round the frozen pool
you are at every edge
of my world

Ian MacKenzie, 1981
http://www.zenbends.com

Photo by Ian MacKenzie, December 2008