A Finer Quality

no flower wants to be told
as it struggles to bloom
that it is merely serviceable

Rot

fearsome barbs
enclose a sensitive bud
worm-eaten

Flower and Bee

Dusted with pollen
A bee courts a sunflower
Black-gold duet

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Spring

The ice thaws
Robins race on mud
Snowdrops rise

Rebirth

Plum bud under snow
A lonely wind stills its cry
Waiting for rebirth

Memory

Lying on a bed of leaves
Your discarded crown of daisies
Wilts in the noonday sun
I scatter pieces of it into the stream
Where quicksilver carries them away
To unknown lands and unknown seas
Farther and faster than I could ever fly
Wondering if a memory could possibly reach you