Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 58: 

Not much time for poems and projects today. One sweet granny square and a short poem. Here are some of the little orange bowls in use, and nested together like a little box. And the tiny blooms on a witch hazel tree.

Spheres
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

The glistening eye of the golden koi misses nothing:
the thousands of tadpoles huddling in the shallows,
the legs of the patient heron watching for young trout,
the shadow of a raven winging above the pond.
The underwater realm is her contemplation.

The golden sphere of the black snake’s eye reveals
the fire of life force in the vole’s underground den,
the sparkle of light on the shining scales of the koi,
the gleaming wings of a beetle in the leaf litter.
She regards her territory with appraising eye.

The round eye of the doe holds the whole meadow:
every stalk quaking with unseen breezes,
every snake nosing through the grasses,
every field sparrow visiting her hidden nest.
Nothing escapes her silent observation.

The black eye of the raven absorbs the far view
of fields and treetops, how the river winds
through the valley and down to the bay,
the sudden leap of a deer in the meadow below.
Nothing escapes her sovereign gaze.

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