Nothing is still.
A bluebird, blue,
careens down from a redbud tree
stops short
picks quick
then returns to flaunt its flailing catch
after the victory spree.
No breezes move, but leaves
unfurl so swiftly
and suddenly, green.
It is a wonder how these colors
creep with invisible speed
while we are asleep.
A child makes a nest
of narcissus
for a wild turkey
spotted strolling by.
A home of golden daffodils.
I watch
beyond the windowsills
as the stillness
leaps inside.
