like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
Swarm
Always Remembered For
your faithful return
each year
in a multitude of tininess
A Good Morning
sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
Expressions
the violas smile
so fresh and full
revel in their joyful greeting
Tender And True
more cherished for
winter’s long wait
spring’s hospitality of abundance
Her Majesty
she wears
a crown of raindrops
crocus queen of spring
Hepatica
spring wander
in the woods
leads to fairyland
Trumpeting Joy
daffodils in part comprise
the cheering section
for spring
Bloodroot And Pinecones
the seasons a professor
giving lessons in how
beginnings and endings are entwined
Inspiration
a crimson fungi
foreshadowing
the trilliums bloom
Early Spring Party Guest
one of the first to arrive
forsythia’s hostess gift
the light of a flowering sun
Another Kind Of Warmth
a beam
of daffodil sunshine
graces the hillside
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
Right Sized In The Woods
Buddha sat
his moss cushion
made of granite
In The Greenhouse
immerse in
the color and scents of spring
still too fragile for outdoors
First To Appear
glory of the snow
their bravery belies
their tiny size
Diversion
the beavers’ work
the field now
a vernal pond
Flowering Sunset
the night
unfurls herself
like a rose
Always With A Flourish
nothing
is ever too old
for the delight of ruffles
The Maples Blush
spring sky so blue
its depth
infinity
April On The Marsh
a small hole
in the cloud cover
blue breaking through
Brightened By
a joy like the joy
of seeing an old friend
the cheering effect of pansies
Souls Bared To The World
naked trees
in the golden meadow
strength in vulnerability
Leprechaun’s Ladder
how else
to reach the top
of the rainbow?
A Mirror Of Self
mapping the roots
the branches
shadow
Delicate Decisions
teetering between seasons
imagination decides
frost or blossom fuzz
Blending In
part of the landscape
player in the cycle of life
hawk’s hunting perch
On The Cusp Of Spring
the meadow
still holding
last summer’s sun
Right Angles
nature
the master
mathematician
How To Receive
look out
upon the horizon
without expectations