wanting each moment
to last forever
impatient for what is next
The Dance
Merest Hint of Color
clouds whispered
their expectations
of the blooming world
Expectation
across the winter muted terrain
dogwood grew a net of color
with hopes of catching spring
Expectation
On the road to Oz
the Emerald City is within view
but somehow just out of reach.
Route
At the onset the way seems straight forward
but just out of sight are the dips, rises, swerves and curves
that transform a trip into a journey.
Ready Field
Tilled earth soaks up the sun
and waits for the seeds
of this season’s purpose to be planted.
