Sun glaring on ice
Studying the ritual
Preparing my bow
Inspecting arrows
Seeking another success
Clear paths lead to them
Group so accepting
Their greetings float from real smiles
Warm breath in winter
Snow fell so gently
Seeking that harmony I
Remember flowers
(Written as a meditative and calming exercise in preparation for a large group archery practice.)
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