Such a Slender Branch

Forsythia glows
In the early morning light.
The world is yellow.

Sounds come from afar:
Barking dogs and chirping birds;
Yet, road is empty.









Lone dandelion
Overlooks the quiet stream
One dark, other bright.

Robin in the grass
Surveying the green landscape,
Still as a statue.

At the branch's tip
White flowers burst into bloom.
Such a slender branch.









Sitting by the road
The old black dog guards the Spring.
(Doing a good job).









Waiting for the sun
Little flowers bow their heads--
Silence reverence.

Dead leaf still holds on;
White and yellow flowers bloom;
Different rates of change.