Saturday Morning Haikus and Video

I woke up at four-thirty this morning and by five-thirty was reading a book. Oh, how good reading makes me long to do good writing. When I finally looked up, this is what I saw.

In my hanging plant
three eggs tremble, crack, birth.
Sparrows' gaping beaks.


Lily petals closed
wait for sun to clear tall pines
breathe before the bloom

The yard a runway,
hummingbirds zip to feeders,
pause, levitate, flee.