The Void Is All An Illusion
Surrounded by lush emerald, jade, forest, and mint;
auburn, gold, and russet jostles within to herald
the celestial autumnal arrival. Ivy wraps the balcony
in a rhythmic pantomime with mountain breezes.
There’s a flap in that breeze. Once ominous, now joyous.
For the bones realize the void is all an illusion.