blushing birch
a flowering
before flowers
Change
the air foretold
of fall’s approach
and meadow rue took note
On the Stoop
black cat and pink pumpkin
wait for halloween’s
ringing of the doorbell
Old Friends
the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
Waiting
between storms
a colorful dawn
reminds us of what
we are waiting for
Expectation
On the road to Oz
the Emerald City is within view
but somehow just out of reach.
The Road Towards Summer
In a few weeks time this road will lead
to lazy days shimmering with heat and nights with fireflies.
Before the Storm
the sky gathers greyness and weight
and pushes itself upon us blanketing us with
anticipation in the stillness and the stirring smell of approaching snow.