Hummingbird at the honeysuckle vine.
Ferns fluttering by the pond
I visible writing of butterflies.
No quack, moo, hiss, bark, howl or meow.
Only silence from the tall giraffe
Milkweed pods, their silky threads sprinkling the air
A haystack in the field.
The tractor wheels are still
Mushrooms sprouting in the gentle rain
Bare feet on the dewy grass at dawn.
The velvet passage of a deer in the underbrush.
A golden carp amid water lilies in a blue pool
A canoe in the early morning most,
The paddle dipping and disappearing in dripping circles
The bark in a birch tree uncurling,
Creamy magnolia leaf dropping to the ground.
A bird taking a bath in the dust,
Ruffling its feathers.
Blue hydrangeas nodding their flower jeads
By the summer porch.
A starfish spreading its arms.
Moonlight making a checkerboard on a brick wall
The spider's Web.
A weaver at the loom, unfolding woolen skeins.
A silent Web of thoughts
The first star in the evening sky.
Snow.
