Sunset in the Garden Whilst Winter Approaches

[atiguhya padma]

The buddha sits beneath the tree
Russet leaves have crowned him
His hard grey skin unmoving
As the deciduous offering
At his entwined feet
Lies scattered.

So tall the branches grow
The light flows through
The spaces between.
Colours dancing
In a close held
Communion.

Everything moves away
All things change
Nothing escapes
Its being

Summer warmth and colour
Has lost its soul.

A cooler, darker time
Invades us now.

[B-Mental]

I definitely like this AP. Very nice, I can see the sun shining through the branches, penetrating the shadows and bright wedges shining on the budha.