A State of Matter

Stones sit above the ground beneath
The surface of the stream,
A leaf floats by then comes to rest
Accompanying the breeze
Showers in the valley,
First snow above the trees
I ponder on the process
Of constant change and what it means.

“Taken on an autumn hike to Mount Robson, a cool breeze was coming down off the glaciers and the fresh snow on the slopes yet only rain where I stood. It reminded me of all the interrelated things that we dwell within.”

A State of Matter

A State of Matter