by Stacey Spina, Library -Technical Services
Feet firmly planted on my native soil
I watch the delicate, red fingers of the Japanese maples reach out to me,
then lift high to the heavens in gratitude of their own beauty.
They soar through the arms of the pines, and lightly descend to carpet my steps.
I cross the bridge,
pass through the low portal,
and pause at the serene tea house door.
I close my eyes.
I feel the cool autumn breeze.
Turning my face to the east I sense the imposing majesty of Mount Fuji.
Life is good!