Waiting in the Dark

Encased, chicks, caterpillars and buds 

are not privy to time lapse frames 

speeding by or hopeful endings 

where light lives and wind breathes. 

 They need to wait patient without a future 

till first flights and colors call them out, 

seconds witnessing dawn's duel 

against darkness on reckoning day.   

Morning Relief

 

Could those tiny prisms

dancing on swaying green tips 

be the remaining evidence and 

proof that invisible warm breath 

unthawed night's icy grip

 on perspective once again? 

There's a Yiddish proverb 

that says,"Each blade of grass has 

an angel bending low whispering, 

grow, grow, grow."