bright yellow eye
with ruby lashes
watching the day unfold
Wind Flower Witness
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
Hen And Chic Mosaic
the garden
tiled in succulents
a resounding repetition
Every Filament Alive
each catkins’ antenna
receiving the news
the time is now
Magnolia
petals
whisper pink
delicacy in all things
Opening
each leaf bud
a catchall for light
incubating life
Skeleton Bloom
sacred relic
from last year
a blueprint for new blooms
Spring’s Bread
come and share the table
no need to bring a thing
we will feast on green
To Soon To Unfurl
mornings still chilly
the ferns snug inside
their fuzzy hoodies
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
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
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