Already 2020! I particularly like this little poem. It was inspired by an experience in my San Francisco garden. I guess I am already thinking of spring and my hyacinths are beginning to show green above the ground (yes I planted them a bit late.) It also reminds me of snorkel diving at night in Bahia de Los Angeles seeing the plankton rise.

Whispers

Tiny insects, air made visible,
dust motes of down,
spring and sex
on slow swirl in the sunlight.

Without a whisper
light so softy on my hand,
minute glass wings a lazy flutter.

Tiny faces and delicate forms
drawn in finest India ink.
Clouds of air-plankton,
abundant and certain.