Cows find
spring’s sweetness
in tender young grass.
Sweet Pea
climbs towards heaven
charting the journey
with perfume and flowers.
Planting Season
Lettuce begin.
Perched
In the cattails
the blackbird
ponders his song.
Debut
Next year’s chorus of peepers
waits and gestates in the watery wings.
Sleepy Heads
Wearing gossamer nightgowns
ferns slowly stretch
toward spring’s morning.
Ode to Seurat
Master of pointillism
the crabapple blooms
a portrait of spring.
Brilliance
Not to be outdone by spring’s flowery display
the stream flashes her diamonds in the midday sun.
Rose-lipt Maidens
Fleeting is spring’s splendor
so sweeter is the view.
Anticipation
The blush
before the bloom.
Leafing Out
The trees proclaim themselves
in a profusion of greens
painting a verdant landscape.
Flower Shower
Magnolia rains
her beauty
on to the lawn.
Violet
your scent
a kiss of spring
beguiling
Rising
The sun’s warming rays
reach the depths of the pond
summoning fish to the surface.
Spring’s Sentry
Creeping phlox
sneaks up the mountain
stalking the last of the frost.
Secret Passageway
Enter the magic forest
through the teardrop
in the tree.
Lichen Sky
In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.
esprit de corps
Her tutu a flutter
magnolia dances to the wind song
the tree an assemble en tourant, grand
Ribbon
What force turned this tree into a ribbon?
Is it the same force the enables it to still stand?
Celestial Sky
I bathe my soul
in the beauty of the sky.
Instigators
fiery redheads
maples flaunt color
daring a frost
Wardrobe Change
When the grass greens
it’s nearing the time to take off
your winter coat.
Electric Blue
In color and bloom
spring sings the body electric,
glories in the glow of rebirth.
Assurance
When daffodils bloom
spring is a certainty.
Feathers
Under the spell of spring
even trees seems to feather out.
Corn Field
Leafless trees dream
of growing rows in full fields
Magic
The willow’s wands emerge
spinning gold.
Water’s Way
Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.
Mole Hill
Ants don’t question
why mountains appear
they simply climb them.
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.