The soul of the violet is green
and houses all gradation of color
for it is more interested in particulars than generalities.
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
The first feast is for the eyes
colors and shapes
to feed the soul.
Tender hearts bear their leafy souls
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.
Peace and contentment
settle in my soul
when the dog snores.