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