to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
Time’s Vision
the barn’s
one empty window
an all seeing eye
Through The Missing Part
the past
watches over
us
First Look
the eye
of the day
peers over the ridge line
Recognition
the prairie crocus’s
yellow eye glinting
back at the sun
Abundance Inspired Appetite
a mass of blooming branches
my hungry eye
wants to consume it all