Summer

It isn't all
Daylit tantaras from an
Angel's trumpet.
The root is perfected
In darkness, and
At night earth extends
Claws clutching green.
What grows between
Is summer.

Answering Elephant's Child

Indeed, the world is,
Among myriad other things,
An equation from which we
Cannot subtract love
And still have fireflies.

Hummingbird Beside me

Hummingbird
Beside me,
You hover at a walnut
Twig and remind me
That our world is
Very very big.