Innocent

Baby Blue the silent sky
Innocent her eyes
Baby green the garden path
Innocent her steps
Coffee grounds in hand
To place that dark and grainy
Homage of the morning
At the feet of the azaleas,
Petition for petals to come: 
          Shouting Cerise
          Singing Life Force
          Murmuring Forever

...Then On the firewood rack
She saw the Cooper's hawk
Talons gripping the iron rod

Eyes searching, head turning

Watchful, mortal, her steps
Backward

(c)Anne Meek

published in Skipping Stones 2004

and in Ripples