An invitation-
With maturity, wonder!
So come into your own age.

The crow works its way sideways on the wire.
Nature lives at full tilt. It does not worry

That it may soon be used up.  It lives in the moment
In pursuit of having a fulfilled purpose.

For the busy crow the fleeting moments pass unnoticed;
Time scarcely has consequences for the satisfied;

Down he flies for crusts of hamburger buns.

Essence, raw resins
Yellow, brown sticky substance
A scent too earthy

Leaves rot in dampness
The summer rains came quickly
-An odd musty smell

We do not question
Beneath canopies, secrets
Deep forests expose

Where would I be without your touch?
Your memory is stunning.  How you respond to me.

And I love tapping your screen!

Can you not feel my happy mouth speak?
Reach with your fingertips.  Seek!

Until all the world falls into exquisite darkness
You will remain my spark.

The velvety richness of you next to me
Is like trying to fill a thimble with the deep blue sea.

It is too much.