Coming or Going?

Suddenly there's light;
Morning grayness dissipates,
Except inside me.

Dog breaks the silence;
A bird swoops into the barn;;
Lone bee buzzes past.

Dandelion stand--
Gray and puffed, once was yellow;
When did this happen?

An immense leafy plant
Stands by the side of the stream,
Spreading its thick leaves.













Now the smell is sweet;
Flowers and warming earth scent
Enjoyed by the bee.













A puffy gray cone
In the middle of the woods;
Coming or going?

Two crows arguing,
Joined by a group of others.
Then, the fight's over.












A frothy white foam
In the crotch of the slender twig--
Mystery plant spit.