these are the times of flowering
throwing out seeds to the winds
birds eggs nests and hatchings
learning to fly in stillness and wind
to balance on spindly legs while
walking on the rotating seasons
bat flight in moon light and insects
by the millions all alive and living
short seasonal thanksgivings
hymning to the universe that's
black and cold with stars warming
other worlds who rotate barren
of life and look on with great envy