Obsession

Oh, those Western Blue Birds love to play —
stitching in and out through the brilliant gold
and crimson skirts of the broad November Maples!
 
Meandering among the fallen forest leaves, my head
is gently caressed by a reaching Evergreen branch.
 
Gazing up through the grove, I watch massive cumulus
clouds silently rising over marbled mountain peaks.
 
How striking as they ascend against the blue-bold
sides of sky — my subtle self suddenly soars up!
 
From somewhere in the distance, the wafting aroma
of wood smoke blends with fresh forest fragrances.
 
On an inviting Liquid Amber leaf, a plump insect
pauses from its foraging to bask in the Autumn sun.
 
It is always so intoxicating — these sun-splashed days
interspersed with times of rain and mountain mists!
 
Even though they fear it, among all the many animals,
why are humans the only ones who obsess on death?

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