Vivaciously
johnny jumps up
splashing color
Garland
Forsythia fleetingly adorns
ever enduring granite.
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.
Opening
The maple unfurls
her first blossoms
opening all possibilities.
Electric Blue
In color and bloom
spring sings the body electric,
glories in the glow of rebirth.
Indigos
Before the first leaf buds
blueberry’s red shoots
contemplate fruit.
Sun Gazing
Mirror of beauty,
trumpet of spring –
narcissus oh narcissus.
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.
Magic Carpet
Soft enough for fairy feet
a luxuriant moss
carpets the woodlands.
Raptor
A steel bird of prey
scours the landscape
hunting abandoned cars.
Iris in Ice
Winter persists
trying spring’s patience.
April Ice
A storm slides in
and glazes spring
freezing her in motion.
In The Distance
On the far side of the horizon
summer makes her plans for us.
By the Barn
Hoping for riders
mares stroll the paddock
smelling freedom in breeze.
Dearest Pine
offers color all through winter
and presents a profusion of green vitality
in these last heartless days before the blooming of spring.
Songstress
Make your home near mine
and sing your song of joy
at each day’s new breaking.
Spiral Path
Wander outward
ever outward
toward the mysteries beyond.
Sleepy Head
Tousled haired
the field wakes
from winter’s sleep.
Delicate
Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.
Sweet Magnolia
The bright blue sky bites with cold.
Buds hunker down waiting for a warmer sun
to shed their fuzzy jackets and unfurl petaled perfection.
Surely
Morning makes its way through bare branches.
Every ray of sun brings us closer to the greening of spring.