Happenings
Gazing through shade to sunlit green
I see sycamore\'s golden-glint shades
lose a few leaves in fate\'s wind-bated
spin to begin disintegration, weaving
anew destiny\'s shape-changing azure.
Protective twigs hide young nestlings
until predator visit with frightful haste
when silence breaks in deathly unrest
as hawk struggles with live chick-food
and I have to watch indifferent nature.
Riddled with questions as each day
repeats happenings forecast to end
breath that hatched fed and rooted
a next tomorrow will crumble away
produces, in me saddened scruples.