Light and Sound (a Haiku)

The Watcher December 2025 The evening sky revealed itself to me in layers of light. First sun, then expanse, and then cloud— orange, blue, white, and then some gray. Cool air through the window, as we moved— connected me to them, together as one thing. The sight of a felled tree, by the roadside, revealed to me the time— revealed to me that the tree is time, and the sky was it's watcher. ...