First Greening of Spring

Tire tracks in the mud;
Small birds blow across the road
Propelled by the breeze.









Loud the stream murmurs
Catching sharp shards of sunlight;
A puff of warm breeze.









On the melting snow
Ball has survived the winter.
It's only a game.













Winding bare patches
Cut through the receding snow
Like deep streams of Spring.

Driveway glistens now,
Ice giving way to water.
Cat dozes in shade.














On left, Spring has come:
Snow is gone, earth is revealed.
On right, fields of white.









The snow looks ancient--
Gray, crinkled and lackluster;
On the road--sparkles.









Freed from its blanket
Moss glows on rocks and trees--
First greening of Spring.