such grey April skies
some trees barely dare
to dream of leaves
The Daring Of Dreams
They Make The Sunshine
let the flowers
light
the way
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him
Like Lightening
ivy veins
electrified
with living
New To The World
oh to be
inquisitive
young and clean
Old Barn First Witness
a clapboard background to
the enduring rite of spring
sunshine as forsythia
Spring’s Aura
almost invisibly the willow
begins to emanate
her green energy field
Blues
tiny blooms
grace the ground
an echo of the sky
The Stone Step’s Chronicle Of Time
the old antler
and its shadow in repose
above bloodroot blooming as light
Phantom Limb
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Naturalization
they belong here
because they are here
a legacy of roots
On The Edge Of Spring
in the gentle sun
lift your voice
in song
The Marsh Awakens
wind ripples the open water
geese and ducks float by
a heron contemplates a stay
Joy
sometimes joy leaps up
in my heart
like crocus from the ground
Rock Wall: An Origin Of Necessity
the fields cleared for planting
the crops rocky impediment
are now their border and protection
With All Blooms And Beginnings
first and most mysteriously comes
an internal expansion
that commands glorious opening
The Blue Sky Tries
still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
Promise
on the broken branch
in the ice
verdant thriving
My Morning Moon
your appearance
in the tenderly colored sky
a blessing for the day
Costume Jewelry
ice makes diamonds
when snow becomes raindrops
the sparkle is of rhinestones
The Woods Still Hold Snow
winter’s grip
of blue cold
loosened by fern fronds
With Inside Voices
tulips whisper
back and forth
about buttercup yellow
The Long Wait
in the emptiness
of April
gifts of possibility
Obscured It Means More
like the remnants of a sweet dream
just out of reach with waking
glimpses of green
Penny For Your Thoughts
from far away
I spot you
thinking
Tulips Beginning
an abstraction
of themselves
leaves bloom like petals
On The Far Edge Of Winter
the sky
keeps reminding me
how fast time moves
The Patience Of A Metal Frog
snow may come again
still the garden will emerge
soak up the sun when you can
Snow Blossoms
bloom
with what
you have
Snow And Sunshine
a warm breeze
spring brushes against my cheek
still snow beneath our feet