An autumn red leaf,
beside green clover wet with still falling rain,
resting an inch from the dirt path.
A serendipitous coalescence of images,
gifted to us in those rare unlooked for moments of significant seeing,
when we are spoken to,
and the word we hear is Yes.
Whimsical Haiku
Beside today's path,
a providential arrow
or mere fallen leaf?
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