warmth of a silken scarf

It only took a silken scarf to
warm my shoulders in the cool of early day
a few steps around the zazen walk
to bring sunbeams and birds back into the place where they play
Clouds scatter all over the sky inviting rain to
gather and fall,
My heart melts to hear a mellow voice that
I recall,
And though an observer might not see so,
I feel my mind/body as clear as polished glass.
9/8/2006