above
the lemon burst sedum
rose campion strikes her pose
Readiness
the field prepared
weather on the move
commencement of the growing season
In The Pause
winter’s blanket thrown off
everything simmers
not quite ready to rise
Readiness
even the rock wall
is ready to shed
winter’s now dowdy coat
Readying
grasses softly sing
slumber’s sweet lullaby
of approaching dormant days
