my rising sun
the light by which I know
spring has begun
Incarnation
the tree’s shadow
shingles’ memory
of a past life
Sovereign’s Seat
in the forest
there is a throne of stones
with moss upholstery
Run
an unknown is spotted
the white tail flashes
then the blur of disappearing
Some Color Came
the rainbow
a promise kept
coloring May
Forsooth
forsythia entwined
among the limbs
of her beloved
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Big Daddy
his pride
is the herd
Bravery
Precious bleeding heart
daring a hard frost
bursts forth
Unexpected Company
uninvited
the sparrow arrives
at the wood duck’s door
Spring’s Elixir
plumping leaf buds
glow a growing green
intoxicated by sweet April rain
Bluest of Blues
scilla siberica
blue maiden of early spring
joy is the color you sing
Boxcar and Branches
The train waits for its green light
as the trees’ buds await sufficient sunlight
Banishment
winter lingers
in the damp and grey
until banished by the sun
Seepage
long river
creeps over her banks
occupying low lying fields
Proof
that wide blue sky
a living proof
warmer days will not be denied
Late
geese arrive
later than usual
bewildered by the lack of spring
Despite April’s Snow
spring green
so verdant it vibrates
the color of life
Mourning Cloak
before the flowers flower
the butterfly blooms
Iris
iris the indomitable
sprouts beneath the snow
April Morn
her snow blanket removed
the naked earth awakens
renewed, refreshed and ripe
Singing
robin arrives
singing spring’s song
Inspiration
amidst bare branches
last year’s crabapples
inspiration for spring blooms
Winter’s Shadow
shadows in the snow
soon to be transformed
by the grass and leaves that grow
Feathered Nest
tossed by the wind
the feathered nest
made of moss and hope
will be built again
Sunshine and Blue
immortal spring
emerges
from winter’s vestige
Spring’s Domicile
the newly bare ground
home to all possibilities
Demonstration
as snow recedes devoted pines
demonstrate being green
for leafless trees
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Sugar House
first smoke plume of the season
the sap is on the boil
sweet sugar time