Six Observations

I.

I still recall just how the
raven’s wings looked,
spread to land on a
neighbor’s roof,
and the sense
evoked: reverence.

II.

First, one brown
leaf then one black
bird fall to earth at
an autumnal angle.

III.

The butterfly does not
seem to know direction
only to have a destination.

IV.

While the young one runs—
unrestrained and unsteady—
the older one heaves herself
forward with each hip.

V.

Leaves rustle in a breeze that
too reflects the hour of sunset.

VI.

The moth drawn to
the lamp draws my
eye, and now I draw
you as I write tonight.

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