Sparrows gather in the roses,
companionable and comfortable
among thorns and perfume petals.
A longhorn beetle sensitively explores
with antenna, legs, and mouth parts,
working its way along a blade of grass.
A buzzard floats, wide open
above purple and golden grasses,
certain in the air passing its wings.
A lone woman looks out at
distant, dark, silver-edged mountains,
sensing both earth and groundlessness.
Each one a snowflake falling –
unique, precious, and free –
gone – gone – gone…
Mary Booker 22.07.2023