I’ll meet you there
we’ll dine
in field with sky
Climb The Stairs
Home
is a hole
perfectly round
made in the ground
The Day Arranges Itself
the dawn rises
as fog settles
and trees take it all in
Always In April
and sometimes in May
a snowfall surprises
freshly unfurled leaves
Merry Little Breezes
dancing
across the blue sky
playing tag on mountain tops
Red Maple Flowers
red pompoms
raised high in the deep blue sky
cheering on spring
Trees Thinking About Leaves
encouraged
by the evergreens
tiny buds plump themselves
Miraculousness
the daring of the early bloomer
tiny yellow trumpets
hail the sun
Through The Pines
light streams
across the lake
over the faint mountain vista
Off We Go
adding our tracks
to the worn path
alone together
The Pond Opened For Song
opening ceremony
the joyful croaking chorus
of peepers peeping
Mourning Cloak
you
of brown velvet
supine in sunshine
Mud Season
the earth
so sodden and receptive
even wind leaves footprints
Ducks Readying For Diving
opening the pond by
pecking away
the frozen edges
Spring’s Many Faces
last year’s corn
a stubble on the field’s
greening face
Rainy Morning Hunt
hunger
doesn’t care
about the weather
Behold
each tiny bloom
declaration and celebration
of spring’s return
Breath
snow
departing as vapor
old man winter’s last sigh
The Steel Heron Presides
ah April
with her sunshine and snow
everything waiting to see which way it goes
River Border
the north side
maintains the line
spring seeks to cross
