Michael Sheffield

mysteriously through morning mist the arrival of spring
	boulevard plums a flurry of petals in the fast lane
ancient love song . . . how the orchid opens its throat to receive the bee
	morning a beach house empties into summer
primordial forest a woodpecker taps into eternity
	summer’s end next year’s blossom in the daylily root
autumn loneliness — over the dunes spent blossoms scatter in the wind
	winter pear with one slice the worm is made homeless
withered figs these hands that have plucked so much fruit
	cracked tea bowl the stirring of antiquity in my bones

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