sunshine and new blooms
the kind of day
that heals hearts
A Good Morning
Tender And True
more cherished for
winter’s long wait
spring’s hospitality of abundance
Trumpeting Joy
daffodils in part comprise
the cheering section
for spring
Early Spring Party Guest
one of the first to arrive
forsythia’s hostess gift
the light of a flowering sun
Elegance
a flowering baton
conducting the first notes
of the symphony of spring
Good Counsel
morning found me fragile
the crocus advised
of its potential
In The Greenhouse
immerse in
the color and scents of spring
still too fragile for outdoors
Dreams At The River’s Edge
spring came
supple and green
winter threats were banished
First To Appear
glory of the snow
their bravery belies
their tiny size
April On The Marsh
a small hole
in the cloud cover
blue breaking through
On The Cusp Of Spring
the meadow
still holding
last summer’s sun
In Between
spring in her verdant glory
holding position
between the April snows
April Snow
waiting for spring
the empty bench
is filled with snow
Rush
how fast
the water hurries
chasing after spring
A Gift Of Hyacinth
we are so glad
you were forced to bloom
now scenting the house with early spring
Faith
still beneath the surface of sight
yet distinctly present
leaf buds and spring
Flurry In The Woods
winter and spring
how they dance and duel
for dominance
Fidelity
evergreens
holding the torch
for spring
Seed Chandelier
it will be spring
that flips the switch
of cosmo lights
The Fall
colors being absorbed
by roots
already nourishing spring
The Tender Morning Blooms
now winter’s hardships
seem worthwhile
for they have brought us here
Welcomed In
the perfume
called me close
into the sweet community
Instructions
keep close
keep together
keep between us
Spring Morning
a gentle lavender call
to greet day
stirs the river
Dear Ephemerals
the sweetness sweeter
for the shortness
of their stay
Spring Dreams
all the world in bloom
and emanating
the green glow of hope
Primrose
blooming at my feet
before the weather reliably warms
lightening and brightening each step
And Sometimes
the journey home
is strikingly different
but the destination is the same
They Make The Sunshine
let the flowers
light
the way
How Sight Can Be A Feeling
Buddha sees
the beginnings of blooms
behind him