I did not wake this morn
and I'm the only one who noticed

the poem of the forest
is rustled by the tree
the whale tones
the song of the sea
the eagle refrains
the hymn of the sky
but the vulture's verse
is silence when you die
so make your verse with pen or voice
before old buzzard makes his choice

Strange object at sundown

Brittle heart

Living off the salt

Fighting for survival

Faithful as dogs

Broken as rock

The soil taking its soul

In the blaze of the sun

Stinging itself to death

~
The beauty
Of your nest
Lies in knowing
What hides within
Is better than the rest

A glimpse through your foliage
Reveals a soft calyx
The petals of which are
The enthroned souls of the faithful
But a trap door nonetheless

When I enter
You will sigh
When I keep at it
You will know why
Angels sing
~