1
Backlit finch in flight
reveals the structure of wings
I so wish to have.
2
Mrs. Bluebird sits
away from the nest singing
her babies to flight.
3
In a Dixie cup
by the sink a single seed
opens, roots and grows.
4
Honeybees hover
above the lavender blooms
tasting the scent first.
Furthermore... 
You are getting very good at this. Is this your new form? I love the first two best: the backlit wings that make you wish for your own, and the bluebird’s farewell to the chicks that evokes your recent poem about finding a box big enough for the memories. You are growing–fast–in your ability to distill a complete image into a single, tightly disciplined phrase. I am envious. Beautiful work.