With my eyes, I do not see everything.
There is so much in the time between isn’t
And is that I will never know.
Wondrous times of becoming,
Inchoate and virgin,
Mysterious and energetic.
But among us, I know there are those that do participate
In the birth of dawn, rising in the breath between heartbeats,
Each marvelous morning.
And witness the shift of winter to spring
In the way light changes focus in the
Prism of the sky.
As for me,
Last night it snowed,
This morning it rained,
This afternoon while my bedroom window burned
With the sun’s brilliant metallic fire
The trees out back unfolded their first green buds.
In hours, there will be more.
Tomorrow there will be leaves
And in a few days I will not be able to see through
The trees at all.
Lost Coast Review Fall 2014