I can’t help but notice
Sunflower’s disregard for words
It is far too busy
becoming

Breakfast for Finch
Beauty for Human
Nectar for Bee

In a jar on the counter
ever so patient
wait next year’s seeds

Early Morning Christmas Tree


I.

on branches, ornaments hang

a bright morning

beside the green tree

presents below

pine needles above

This day has been decorated for us



II.

I wake up all sleepy on

cristmas day and see the green

glittering cristmas tree in the

early risen light present are stacked

under the tree for it is christmas

day

crows chase a red-tail hawk
over snow-laden fields
snot blown clear from my nostril

Mr. Squirrel
And his twitching tail
Upon the gray roof
Set before the cold blue sky

It is best not to fill your own cup

The small poem

of your tired hands
your bent back
your hunched heart
and your silent, lurking seed of longing

Feed me that.

Where did my last avocado go?

******!



Outside,

The year's first snow

Is falling

Exultation
Elation
Rumination
        This bird-less sky
        shall not ruin my mind
Sun on our skin -- we are more
We are more than what you
Might ever see. Blossom.
        Fruit. And Fall.
A gentle rustle in the leaves