Poem Category: All

morning Sun
the forest
breathes my breaths

family photos
I think I think
in likeness

butterfly caught
no gentleness
goes into the spider

seedling sprouts
nor does their mother earth
comprehend how

honeycombs
these gifts from trees and bees
took all of creation

lily pad pond
ugly as the frog is
a girl answers

open window
I see no bright star
just a leaf’s moment move

start of night
the bats don’t know
they’re up-side down

chandelier light
its weight outside
the mirror