Good Vibrations…

Small Sparrows and Wrens, a fluttering brood

splashing in puddles, sheer delight,

glittering drops of water, almost lewd…

 

A reclusive rusted Rabbit should

be discrete as it hops [no fight!]

foliage, a meditative mood…

 

The Fledglings chirping at dawn, so bright;

a Starling flies up, in its beak, some food,

into the hole, the nest, out of sight…

 

Tall Red Tulips at the edge of the Woods,

glimmer of light…

FIRST CONTACT

The bedroom’s closed, shut; the sapling huddled on the floor near the entrance – a glimmer of light under the door.  It’s from far off.

… the dirt, the dirt …

Then she felt a warm breeze and something stirred.  Slowly uncurling, stretching, arms up, the door opened, sunlight, benevolent being. 

The green stalk broke through the earth; a cold snap made the yellow flower cringe for a moment, but THEN the heat returned. 

And the Daffodil unfolded its petals [fingers] and looked me in the eye.