Elemental

First bee, first fire
river runs from silver to jade
jade to silver, chatting with itself
Crone's fingers flicker among the black
fire talks to itself, too

Lace of small branches
against the sky
grown blurry with bud

Just past sunset, sky whitens
clouds deepen into blue
raptors circle, glide
rising on what makes the spoke spin

In a still bare tree across the river
some spring bird
calls for its mate
is answered

Stone, water, wind, fire
winged things, finned things
barked things, legged things
not one thing wrong in this world




jjl
3/13/2008