It's Still Life

I.
Sun-bleached on the line
Sheets fly like a sparrow’s wing
We sleep deep tonight

II.
The day is restless
A pace gripping at both legs
Puffing steam and smoke

III.
Young love and young flesh
I watch them growing older
My eyes, rimmed with soot

IV.
Workers. Soldiers. Ants.
Wasps and bees in hollowed trees
Three sparrows gather

V.
Fragments of the day
Shattered terra-cotta pots
Puzzles in pieces

VI.
Two doves on the roof
A bee at the window thinks
There is a way out

VII.
She sings bright as gold
For a drink — just a moment
The birdbath is dry

Written for Poetic Bloomings Haiku prompt