the weather is a train
billowing her steam clouds
as she travels south
Locomotion
Granite Garden Path
walk the sun warmed stone
admire the colorful creep of phlox
perceive spring’s unfolding
I Came Across
a woodland shrine
of birch bark and mushroom
with a fern leaf offering
humble and holy
The Bloom Of Light
after many gray days
the sun itself
is a flower
and a flower
is a mirror
to the sun
Pretty Precipitation
petal shower
at the meadow’s edge
so many kinds of rain
Sweet Dreams
after a sudden rain
some sunset sneaks by
the bedroom window
The Valley In Spring
clouds flying free
the rail fence meanders
as trees converse in green
Sea Of Iris
spring’s tide rises
the iris swell
incubating their bloom wave
Reassurance
constants
the river, the mountain
the flowers return
the renewal of spring
Rock Garden Early Risers
beneath the arch
of bleeding hearts
grapes of hyacinth
Finally The Sun Came Out
after so many days of rain
there is warmth and light
and the earth rises up
in color and hope
Spring’s Bread
come and share the table
no need to bring a thing
we will feast on green
The World Is Drawn Anew In Color
the slow rousing of spring
color and life
sneaking up beside you
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
Flowering Light
like the sun
forsythia an orb of light
rising from the April lawn
The Blue And Green
dear pines evergreen
the sky so ever blue
through lines of the seasons
Heading North In The Brave Little State
the green mountains
still wearing white
spring’s ascent is slow
Spring Cleaning
moss and fern
drinking light
purifying the air
She And Her Shadow
like a splash of night
lingering on
the morning driveway
A Melting Stand
in the cold curve
of the river
ice draws a line
between seasons
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
Echo
the dark and light
of clouds and sky
how like life
passing by
The Wind’s Flute
the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing