The Petunia Looking Back

deep inside
a piercing
green eye

Sound Seen

the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion

The Saying Seen

the forest
through
the trees

At The Lake

the sight alone
of cool blue
refreshed

Seeing Through

seek
intimacy with existence
look without naming

Bees See

how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.