Delicate things to calm the mind,
Light, but of this world.
The wobble of a spider’s web,
The patterns in a coffee swirled.
Plants shedding weightless spores,
The dainty weave of lace,
Wispy smoke from a dying fire,
A cloud’s steady pace.
Early morning mist,
Bark peeling from a tree,
A duckling’s fluffy down,
A fog drifting free.
Foam piling on a beach,
Shadows dancing on a wall,
Washing flapping in a breeze,
Snowflakes swirling as they fall.
A grounded feather moved by wind,
A rainbow, as it grows,
The shimmering of a summer’s heat,
Loud rain, as it slows.
Sun-caught dust motes floating free,
Wet footprints left on show,
Leaves gently swaying,
A sunset’s fading glow.
The pearly shimmer of a shell,
A gently flickering flame.
All somewhat other-worldly,
But ours, all the same.