Muse in Miniature

The Muse in Miniature
listening to this soft
symphony of raindrops
silver salmon leap to
lunch on bites of blue sky
all the greens of spring
are opening our eyes
splash…one word
in oceans of sound
the sun…an eye without pity
glares down on us
beneath fir boughs float
circles of blue bugs
evening is the dawn
of night time
amazing how many stars
fit inside my windowpane
these frosty windowpanes
chatter like nervous teeth
stopping to see
the shape of a snowflake