This Morning
Between deep night
and soft dawn the
mist covers fields
spreading over daisies
climbing bunchberries
wetting seeds, leaves.
Milky smoke roams
back and forth
wandering voiceless
through mountains
of morning.
Whistling in fog
past sycamores
warblers seesaw
up cloudy layers
up up circling
toward heaven.
Live oak boughs
build archways as tips of trees
touch each other. What was
shaded green becomes
nocturnal shadow. A
crescent moon hangs from
heaven. Light tracing
foliage falls dropping
dusty deep upon ground.
Secrets lie inside the
edged shadow. Animals
hide under darkness
resounding through night
as leaves rustle.
All changing except
this pattern of what
is now formed.
Brightly burning star fish...
Do you wonder where you swim?
Wandering sky and ocean flying
floating now near shore line.
Many arms extended tugging
celestial weeds Irish moss.
Grasping glowing orange disc
climbing beds of coral coral.
Do you wonder where you swim
brightly burning star fish?