Mortality

A leaf's falling tells

or morning red or evening grey

which of two mingling airs

blue or blue, time or eternity

color old eyes. Tells

if flesh melts

like snowman under time's fire; or bones stand

clumsy and crutched, March trees waiting-

flesh a flowering cherry, blood a May wine.

A WONDER OF ORIGINS;

flower points to a bird,

bird cries like a closed eye I see your dreams.

Things like my heart I never see, but see

hearts bird-shaped, flower-shaped, the radiant

weightless shadow my heart casts-upward,

to ground; a rose, a wintering bird.

They meet, they summer

plummet and signet, in Hero's hand.