I Paint, They Teach

Hare 3/26
An apparition of innocence.
Your direct approach
silent, but for rustling grasses,
shocks me with happiness.
I suppose you’re a Buddhist,
showing up in the bamboo like that.
I love it that you see me.

Hare 3/31
You tilt your head back
to moongaze,
your body, from the side,
a soft arrow
pointing toward
our Grandmother Moon.
I see you are aligning with the cosmos.

Hare 4/2
Thank you for allowing me close,
for letting me see
your fetching strangeness,
your startling face.
I welcome you,
I’m listening to you.
I’m here with you.

Hare 4/3
Staring into the distance.
Alert repose,
how do you do it?
How present
you stand, sentinel.
A readiness
for whatever is next.

Hare 4/5
I love your leap
how your ears fly
against your back,
how gravity lets go
of your strong hind feet
and they spring up
in a skyward thrust.

Hare 4/9
What are you showing me?
Your look. You simply notice.
I am attending to the way
your eyes receive and give
without fear or  purpose.
You see me with openness,
and, ah, no opinion.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026