Forsythia

Before the sky is reliably blue
before the fields have greened
forsythia champions Spring.

Rest


The pines keep watch
over the residents perpetual sleep
whispering peace, peace.

Wanderer


At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.

Innocence


The magnolia sends forth her first blossoms
into the rare air of March that feels like May.
The sunshine calls and she answers yes in unfurling petals.

Roots


Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.

Moss


A miniature forest in a miniscule landscape,
the majesty of moss.

Mud


The fifth season is mud season.
The earth is liquid with rain and snow melt,
rich with nutrients and brimming with the beginnings of new life.
Magnificent primordial ooze.

Centered


Water flows over and around the boulder.
It is not an obstacle, this is just the way of the path.

In Town


When you get to the fancy white fence
that’s how you’ll know your at Main Street.

Golden Willow


In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.

Visitors


Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.

Nest


Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.

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