Rose

Mind, time, distillate
Turned upon itself:
Futures seek pasts,
Petals, constellated
Light, galactic dawn
And earth to raise
A flower on.

Unceasing Surprise

I have felt rain
Resume, light
On plume and
Bearded fall.
Iris calls sunshine
And shower 
Alike in cosmic 
Whispers I scarcely
Hear at all.