It's Only the Spring

Rooster crows at sun;
Lilacs bloom in my front yard.
Rooster crows again.









Latke's like a rug:
Schnauzer's lying in the grass
As deep as he can.

Children are chanting;
Their words do not have meaning.
It's only the spring.

Green umbrella leaves
Let the glowing sunlight through.
Oriole flies by.

Round mushrooms growing?
Or an upside down skateboard?
Doesn't matter now.









Like a dark pebble
Insect sits upon the road
With its wings folded.

Hollow woodpecker
Is echoed by another
In a higher pitch.

Humming in the air;
Unseen insects are singing;
One of them zooms by.









Chihuahua in sun
Stands small and still with ears up;
Will battle dragon.

Gentle lawn is still
Soft shadows come there to rest.
Only birds make sounds.

They Will Not Be Rushed

Forsythia's gone;
Petals scattered on the ground
With beer bottle top.









Rooster calls again,
He does not expect answers,
Just wants to be heard.


Tiny blue flowers
Have sprung up in the wood's shade,
Shy against yellow.

Opening slowly
Lilac buds turn into blooms.
They will not be rushed.

There in the forest
A clear sunlit blue clearing--
Patch of bright flowers.












On dying pine tree
Tiny bird sits quietly
Melting into brown.

Shadows on the road,
Sunlight paints the trees and leaves;
My mind keeps blabbing.

Dog barks far away;
Bugs fly through the beams of sun;
A soft hollow breeze.

Singing Loud Their Praise

Morning after rain
Sun shines in the clear washed woods;
Water drops on leaf.








Small violet flowers;
Thousand clusters in the tree,
Hide among themselves.









Yellow and purple:
Fallen forsythia blooms
Frame the small flowers.

Sitting in the woods
Abandoned furniture rests.
Green springs around it.








A cluster of ferns
Huddled together in shade
Sprang up silently.

Among blue flowers
Small purple petals emerge.
You have to look close.









A green star cluster
Bursts with many pointed rays.
(It's only a weed).

The tree is humming;
Bees move among white petals
Singing loud their praise.

Fleeting Illusions

Striped fat bumblebee
Floats lightly over flowers
Under a gray sky.

Nestled in the grass
Yellow and blue side by side;
They do not compete.








Yellow, all yellow--
Legions of dandelions
Take over the field.

Flutter in the woods--
Movement near the dead brown leaves:
Invisible bird.












Soft blue gray silence;
Sun is hiding behind clouds,
Popping in and out.

Against giant tree
Miniature forest grows;
(Only time will tell).

Hiding in the woods
Small blue flowers catch my eyes.
Fleeting illusions.

Moments before rain
Air is soft, warm and still;
Birds chirp endlessly.

All At Once It Seems

Two goats in the sun;
Distant sound of kids playing;
Dogs bark mindlessly.









Buds and red berries:
Pine tree bursts out in the sun.
A car races by.








The crazy white dog
Has torn a hole in the screen.
Just what does he want?











Flowers have appeared
In fields, on the ends of limbs;
All at once, it seems.









The first lilacs bloom,
Bursting whiteness out of buds;
Quiet--soundlessly.











Small spray of yarrow
Pops up from bed of dead leaves.
Now it is in charge.









Spread between branches
A thick translucent white web--
Tent caterpillars.








Desiccated frog
Blends into the gray pavement,
Soon will disappear.

The insistent bird
Chirping over and over
Does not get tired.








The goose stands erect,
The Basset lies on his side--
Responses to spring.









Dandelions smile;
Sharp shadows on the railing;
Dogs go for a jaunt.

Even fir trees bud;
They survived the winter's freeze
To bloom in the spring.









Earth is in the air
Mixing with streams, leaves and sun--
A shifting perfume.

The quiet shadows
Fall soundlessly from the trees
And rest on the road.

My companion talks
As I sneak a longing glance
At dandelions.












"Vote change--Save Our Schools"--
Neon blue sign catches eyes
But explains nothing.

A New Form in the Woods

Clouds are on the earth;
Air is laden with moisture;
A soft wind whispers.

Ghosts are in the trees,
Swinging grayness in branches.
Look! A new flower!








Car lights in the gloom
Followed by swishing wet wheels--
Misty performance.









Bright yellow flowers
Shine as clear as car lights
In the dripping gloom.

Cluster of clover
Between the road and the woods--
A green gathering.

New form in the woods--
Brown, statue still and sentient.
We watch each other.

Precariously
Water drops hang from branches.
Will they ever fall?

She keeps her distance:
Hopping little brown ground bird.
We both want the road.