To wheeling comets, solar flares,
Invisible galactic forces externally vulnerable.
To flood, famine, pestilence
...
Soft sounds and furtive rustlings of a dark night;
The bats are feeding.
Morning displays, on silent pathways,
...
If I was you
And you were me,
Would you be me
And I be you
...
Ants -
What perfection of form;
What perfection of body parts;
What perfection of minuteness;
...
Preceeded by her corps de ballet,
The moon makes graceful entrance on the stage of night;
She pirouettes and peeps across the arc of heaven
Searching for her lover;
...
With unpremeditated intensity the blue sky darkens into heavy, threatening grey;
Wind makes the trees restless then whips them into a frenzy of whirling leaf and bending bough;
...