Morning

 weepingcherryautumn  The world is silent,
        yet I hear 
        sporadic twittering of birds. 
   distant echo of the Sydney train –
         warning whistle blasts,  
         the officious clattering of  rails.
 
   Meaning is everywhere,
                                                     each mote a swirling cosmos.
                                               A sudden flash of sunlight
                                                     gilds the leaves outside my window
                                               Weeping cherry
                                                     laughing at the dawn.

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