Infant Towhee

Infant towhee, like
Crystal, rebroadcasts
Light from our star--
Is no less alive
Than we are-- has
A story to tell, as do
We,  and it sounds
Like a little bell.

 

Temporal Geometry

Small, large,
A moment is
At last the
Charge it is
Holding --
No given point
In the past ever
Stops unfolding.  

Flying Flower

Far-ranging pollinators,
Butterflies return what
They ate as caterpillars.
Pupae attached to  tree,
Rose , wait secure;from
Chrysalis eclose, unfurl.
Finally wings  sail  air. 
I  remember clothesline
Bed sheets whipping on
Windy days when I was
A  child  --same  sound,
Done in little in the wild.