Catching God Out

I saw you today in the still hold of a raindrop on a curled fern frond, So small But I wasn’t fooled by the size I’ve seen your same design in the Whirlpool galaxy on high Your fingerprints there, Everywhere lazily left behind, for us to find. Did you think we wouldn’t catch you out?…

Leaning Into Light

Frailty flailing in the breeze leaning, green into the light,  saturating cells with life. Flowers lean, Lean into light. Unfurling, stretching Reaching, knowing, Whether weather harsh or gale blowing nothing nourishes growing Like leaning into Light. Flowers lean because they must Not just because they like the warmth, not for fancy or for mirth But…