How can I complain
though complain I must
when the green
trees stay green
in permanent pose
and the purple
flowers stay flowers
without repose
painted fingers
refuse to bust
forever open
in leafy overreach
branches and dewey
pistils erupt.
How not to miss
the icy dawn
white and clean
frost and fog
coffee warm
sleep borne
dream.
How not to miss
the bright light
flakes balled
together tight
ordered elegant
and clean.