Does the song bird know?
outlined in whiskered light
casting shadow against
bare branches
does the deer with her liquid eyes?
a swath of red touching white fields
sometimes think on this marvel
reducing and turning
as ancestral dough left, will rise
for children who grow on their vine
like the bean and heirloom aubergine
turning from light to dark
all is circular
even the silver wisp of dawn
calling angels from their sleep
listen carefully as first the world
unfurls her sticky catkin
and limber flees into legacy sky
ask not why this movement
so measured like firing glass
so it reflects both future and past
in echo and mirrored song
first you are born
then you become
stars looking down
upon those left
carrying the flame