Mountain Laurel in Spring

When pink races into bloom
to gentle me
and fusses up
in mindfulness
of joy
I gather just a few
blossoms
reaching down with my nose
privately
my inhale a question
how many senses can you
(politely)
dazzle?

Fireflies first dance

When fireflies first dance
in the meadows
deep into the rainy night
just clearing for them
and high heavy headed grasses
bend their heads
in worship
swaying
hoping to be touched
by tiny torchlight