hunger

The River High

big rain
trees up to their knees in water
the river hungry for land

winter stores diminished
the land still hibernates
suet is a kind of grace

a table cloth
of snow
sunshine the only guest

a mass of blooming branches
my hungry eye
wants to consume it all

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.