Watch life bloom where it wasn't
in the patches of fragrant wildfire
that sway airily in the calm arms
of the wind at noon sun.

( Our plans always fell as hasty child's scribble, but every farmer knows that a garden takes a season of storms and worms to bloom. )

Catch the sunlight dripping through
As you stumble nectar-drunk
Harvesting honey fountains from
ripe flower to ripe flower.