the birch presents her alabaster skin
to springs gentle administrations
Display
every feather tremors
in his exquisite dance
that drives off extinction
Replenished
joy made tangible
those tender greens
make my heart sing
Look of Love
God’s eye
lights up
watching you
Knock, knock
knocking on wood
his volume belies
his diminutive size
May I
welcome are the clouds
of April’s dappled skies
who shower us with colors
Each Moment’s Bloom
so sweet the day
the air brand new
each moment blooms before me
Peppered Sky
sky peppered with birds
the seasoning of spring
Willow Gold
a cupola wears
the willow’s crown
of golden glory
Cardinal
fulfilling ecclesiastical duties
of bearing beauty and witness
carrying divinity’s spirit
Asylum of Iris
exposed by spring
hidey-hole the burrow’s door
awaits the asylum of iris
Awakening
invisible
is the rousing
of the drowsy woods
To Come And Go
cold must rise in order to leave
every thing comes and everything goes
in nature’s design of time
On The North Side
shade shelters the cold
allowing winter to persist
between pickets and pines
New Day
the light still lingers
from some other
morning’s moon
The Refreshment of Color
inside
a tall drink of color
ends winter’s dry monochrome
Robins
seduce me
with your song of spring
of love and life and hope you sing
Fissure
shell of clouds cracks
yoke of blue
seeps through
The Listening World
all of creation
holding its breath
listening for the stirrings spring
Portrait of a Bohemian
declaring status
expressing power
identity construction
Zig Zag
like the teeth of a zipper
brown and ground emerge
opening to spring
The Migration of Melt
the brook breaks free
and runs for the river
longing to unite with the sea
Preparation
mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing
Easter Sky
a moveable feast
this transient sky
and light of living hope
Heaven’s Reach
spring snow
stars
at my fingertips
One of a Scurry
chin scratch
bare patch
April molt
In The Interval
the birch
wears feathers
while waiting for leaves
Resurrection
the ground begins
to make itself
known again
Expectation
across the winter muted terrain
dogwood grew a net of color
with hopes of catching spring
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return