Winter Slumps to Spring

It's a dripping day;
Layers of clouds fill the sky;
A blue haze pervades.

Mud puddle has ice;
It only partly mirrors.
Bird trio takes flight.

Once again the stones
Clear beneath the running stream
Are not ice covered.

Snow bank is shrinking;
White pulls back across the field.
Winter slumps to Spring.


A plane rumbles high;
Below are no other sounds.
Still, the plane goes on.

A crow starts shouting;
Soon it is joined by its friends,
Always arguing.

The brown leaves of Fall
Again blanket the forest:
Seasonal see-saw.










Balanced on two limbs
Stick hangs precariously;
Natural mobile.