a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects
Spot Of Green
the spice of ginger
sweet sight of snowdrops
a feast for winter weary eyes
Susan Stayed Late
her smiling eyes
outside the window
still
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
Proliferation
pink rabbit ears
multiply
before my eyes
For Hungry Eyes
sweet
the sight
of maples budding
Look
two bright poppy eyes
one wears shade
mascara-ed stamens
Coloring
my eyes
can hardly hold
all the beauty that unfolds
Night Flyer
Wings with eyes
a mask of bravery
predator protection
Vision
The birch’s
omniscient eye
watches all.
Wayward Donkeys
At the farm of procreation
the girls gather at the fence
their sweet eyes disarming undeserved judgements.
Bounty
The first feast is for the eyes
colors and shapes
to feed the soul.