The dawn’s first gray light

Coaxes birds from their perches

And bids them to sing

Do not wait for when 

What is solid will dissolve

If can turn to was

Their faces painted

Songs of rain - drums of thunder

Dancing for the corn

Only hearts can know 

How improbable is love

Nor will years construe

 All adversity

Is considered a witch hunt

Now they've caught the witch!

 Brigantine of light!

An eastward cloud in full sail

Bound for lands away

 

In the sum of joy

However the multitudes

It takes just one seed

 Made for each other

The bloom and the butterfly

Summer's fine effect

 A flash of azure

The jay darts from limb to limb

Sips from the bird bath

 To live without why

To simply accept what is

Wisdom or waiver?

 Aphoristic dogs

With small vocabularies

But much truth to tell

 The growing shadows

Cast by autumn's nether sun

Longer than trees tall

 My dear spotless babe

I hold your head in my hand

Slumber without dreams

 Singularity

Was this infinitely small

Or is it so now?

 

The pygmy nuthatch

Hunts for ants in the pine tree

Chirps - I found some here!

 A few small issues

Cords - dogs that bark in the night

Crumbs in the butter

 He scattered his story

Its pages strewn at the shore

Claimed by rising tides

 The sunflowers bow

Under their beauty's own weight

And worship sunlight

 Hark the swollen sky!

Stacked with great mountains of rain

Mother of the storm

 A mother turkey

Her chicks too new for flight

Broods them under wing

 I have lent myself

To one miraculous book

The story undone

 Where crows roost for night

There is a song about that

Trees know the lyrics

El Cumpleanos de mi Amigo

A friend's truest words

Never written or spoken

Are told with his eyes

 Some folks get soaked

While others dance in the storm

Between the raindrops

 Like a sloop at dusk

With  its sails dropped on deck

He drifts un-anchored

 Fear can always wait

A panther that stalks the night

Rapt - swift - merciless

 Scrambling up a hill

I would like to have four legs

Just until the top

 Communion requires

A congregation of trees

And runnel's scripture

 High Sierra air

I can feel it in my blood

Fresh sweet and bracing

 At the sky's first call

I will open a window

To welcome the storm

 After dry July

The thunder said it was time

To anoint the earth