hunger

Rainy Morning Hunt

hunger
doesn’t care
about the weather

sweet
the sight
of maples budding

chomp chomp
chubby cheeked
chipmunk feeds

the cure
for hunger
is preservation

joy is the sustenance
the hungry heart seeks

big appetite for life
his hunger is for spring

late february afternoon
everything hungers for light and warmth
so quickly the sun recedes

A weed’s bloom from last fall
feeds my hunger for flowers.

My eyes devour
tart cranberries in blueberry blue sky.
Nature’s banquet always satiates my hunger for beauty.

Glimmering in the sun.
Bewildering birds.
Hungering for fenders.