Shine shine shine

Fog on the hillside
and running through my lungs

The sun spokes through
the wings of a sparrow
   
as it beats a bright path
across the field 
                 
spilled open with dew-dappled
spiderwebs
like a pirate deciding
his treasure
was ours


Shine shine shine 


Later, a red leaf
takes off on a lark
and gambols downriver

and I am the only one
wise to its stumble,
its easeful incision
into a current

peopled by pond skaters
saving their best dance
for light


A fawn
pokes its nose
through the brush
alongside me

to look,
with alarm

and—
curiosity