1.
Flakes of melting ice
swirl my tea of garden herbs—
winter ending twice.
2.
Out of parched corn-rows
fly fat, black ears—the wind reaps
a harvest of crows.
3.
My fire’s last ember
smolders in rain—the quarrel
I still remember.
4.
A giddy hummer
sips—or kisses?—fragrant flasks
of red-lipped summer.
5.
Fish and butterfly
at the pond’s brim, eye to eye,
share infinity.