A soft gray morning;
Two men chatting hear the barn;
Sun tries to peek out.

Smoke behind the barn;
Doors open, machines humming--
Preparing for spring.









Daffodils budding;
Crocuses peek their heads out--
Hastened by humans.

The first shelf fungus
Appears on tree like magic
As if from nowhere.










Small yellow buds
On the tips of the branches;
The moss seems greener.

The dead leaves tremble;
Now they seem ready to fall--
Waiting all winter.

The old king tree stump
Crowned by moss instead of snow
Attended by fir trees.









Last year's shelf fungi
Lies at the base of the tree;
Make way for the new.

New green leaves spring out
Balanced on slender branches--
The first pioneers.

New green leaves spring out
Balanced on slender branches--
The first pioneers.

Snow is almost gone;
Man kneels in the empty field;
Garlic is coming.