Scent


Lilacs rest
on the picket fence
perfuming the end of May.

Rising


The sun’s warming rays
reach the depths of the pond
summoning fish to the surface.

Lichen Sky


In the absence of leaves
the branch wears lichen.
Spring will not be surrendered.

Ribbon


What force turned this tree into a ribbon?
Is it the same force the enables it to still stand?

Water’s Way


Cold that is no longer snow
makes a mad dash down the brook
rushing towards spring, trying to catch summer.

Frosty Morn


The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.

Delicate


Branches blush as buds begin to swell.
Subtly color creeps into the landscape.

Sweet Magnolia


The bright blue sky bites with cold.
Buds hunker down waiting for a warmer sun
to shed their fuzzy jackets and unfurl petaled perfection.

Return


The landscape shifts from white to green.
Ice is no match for the determination of spring.

Melt


As the earth softens
spring finds hospitality
in the primordial offering of mud.

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