the slow rousing of spring
color and life
sneaking up beside you
The World Is Drawn Anew In Color
As Necessary As Joy
May rain
like the tears
that cleanse the soul
First In The Garden
to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
Shimmering
alive again with rain
the brook a mirror
of renewal
They Bloom In A Bunch
lean in, lean in
and be transported
on the sweet scent of spring
To Sing The Colors Of Spring
the peepers of spring’s color
are the frogs
waking in the vernal pools
singing the song of frondescentia
Daffodils
first lights
in the still dark landscape
twinkling like stars
All Of The Universe Became One
the sky
sinks her toes deep
into the tender new grass
The Thorn, The Leaf And Then The Rose
the thorns eternal
and budding leaves
enduring faith in the rose
Flowering Light
like the sun
forsythia an orb of light
rising from the April lawn
Love Prevails
a few berry kisses
waited out the winter
to welcome us into spring
The Blue And Green
dear pines evergreen
the sky so ever blue
through lines of the seasons
Shadow Play
the forest tells
her ancient stories
with the shadow puppetry of leaves
Dreaming Green
the leaves and moss
the water and silt
an endless becoming
You Are Invited
milkweed pod butterfly wings
the welcome sign
for monarch caterpillars
Heading North In The Brave Little State
the green mountains
still wearing white
spring’s ascent is slow
Bubbles Become Ripples
like the pooled rain
in the newly starting grass
we are both
passing through and a part of each other
We Call It Into Being
like the crow
I’ve taken to shouting
spring, spring, spring
Spring Cleaning
moss and fern
drinking light
purifying the air
She And Her Shadow
like a splash of night
lingering on
the morning driveway
Changed But Still Open
to flow
like water over rock
through heartbreak and hardship
A Melting Stand
in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
Tulipa
a bloom forced
or better said
irrepressible
The New Tradition
first flakes
of our April blizzard
mid-sixties tomorrow
The Energy Of Spring Seen
colors gather and intensify
until they burst
into bud, blossom and leaf
Arrival
the crocus arrived
as an outpost
of hope
Echo
the dark and light
of clouds and sky
how like life
passing by
Oh April
we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
A Section Of Branch, Some Floating Lichen
in the swirl and blur of confusion
bits of clarity, be they small,
emerge as buoys
The Wind’s Flute
the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing