The Perceiver
Trees rise from earth in feminine form
as the sun emerges from its nightly grave.
On the ridgeline rabbits frolic in the dew
that chills their paws to the delicate bone.
The breeze sings through the meadow
where foxes tear their prey to bloody bits.
The low, white clouds mirror lakes
where water snakes’ shed skin decays.
Yard birds flock on the ground and await
the whims of human greed for beauty.
The window outlines a human form
that setting suns pull closer to the earth.