Morning Glory

Morning came.
Care returns--

We make our way

Unfolding--

We wake.

Amnestic night, into

Shadows receding,

Beading in early hours

Under light, one light

Over thought,

Unfurling flowers.

One learns

Of all life needing

A single flame.

Three Bees

Sea-green pattypan
Over a tumbled wall.
It's an old yard,
That's all.
If I have made,
Among things growing,
Any discovery,
It is not owing to
Clever recovery, ecocosm,
But to three bees

In a blossom, their
Aerial dance, selection and,
On close inspection,
Two patient ants.

Time-Traveling Petunias

Creation of tropism, choices 
And rare rejoicing voices in
Light, tolerated a
Certain term in 
Thermal eddies, violate entropy.
Virtual, anomalous, even
Petunias appear astonished
Here from points past--
Real, suddenly somehow
Like us, here and now. 

Temporal Geometry

Bare feet
Slap packed earth
Bald in dry
August grass.
Effect is cumulative.
Or just youth up
A levy at thirty degrees
Until older, then
Twenty or ten
And grass grows again.