a golden ring
rife with profundity these things
a bit of fruit on the tree of life
a grain of sand
a breath of breeze
miniscule movements like butterfly wings
Autumnal tints of red and gold
yet trickles turn to torrents
words form worlds...
cumulative creative forces combine
in diminutive divinity
to spark the superlatives we see...
in the end,
it really is "the little things"...
- E.A.A. "Hindsfeet" 10/4/09