Leafing branch reaches into spring
towards summer and shade.
Succulent Rose
Perfection appears
in a tangle of winter’s residue.
Red Brush at Brook’s Bend
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Spring approaches.
The View from Heaven
Nature will keep the pond’s promise that the world will green itself in Spring.
Things may appear upside-down, but everything is as it should be.
Budding Out
In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.
Forsythia
Before the sky is reliably blue
before the fields have greened
forsythia champions Spring.
Wanderer
At the edge of the apple grove the spring comes above ground
and wanders across the meadow laughing in delight at the change of season.
Innocence
The magnolia sends forth her first blossoms
into the rare air of March that feels like May.
The sunshine calls and she answers yes in unfurling petals.
Mud
The fifth season is mud season.
The earth is liquid with rain and snow melt,
rich with nutrients and brimming with the beginnings of new life.
Magnificent primordial ooze.
Bulbs
Oh daffodil!
Perennial forbearer of Spring,
keeper of faith.
Transformation
Snow like sand
in threads of grass.
Spring approaches.
Nest
Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.
Wide Sky
The southern wind announces Spring is on her way to us.
These clouds are ruffles on her petticoats.
Blue Sky through Pines
The afternoon sky’s hues of blue
momentarily quenched my thirst for Spring.
Ridge
Just over the ridge
reside my dreams of Spring.
Leafy trees and blooming things;
the sun’s warm embrace, kisses on my face.
Dormant
Four fallow fields full of snow
hold their place on the mountain side
patiently waiting for Spring to arrive.
Hyacinth Octopus
Blossoming tentacles
scent the air
as they search for Spring.
Resting Fields
The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant.
Rest is essential to creation.
Winter will gestate Spring.
Blackberry Lilly
Your seed dazzle like ripened fruit
but your delicious bounty will be blossoms.
A feast for the eyes come spring.
Birdhouse
The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.