Even the Slender Vines

Road is glistening;
Hanging forsythia blooms;
Nourishing moisture.









Insistent bird chirps;
Far sounds of children's laughs;
Puddles dot the field.

Pale blue and bell shaped,
Flower blooms at tree's base
Surrounded by moss.

One bird and a plane
The only sounds on the road;
Somewhere a door slams.








You might not see it--
Tiny green dots on branches:
A light spray of buds.

Snaking from the rock
Green leaves bear pregnant strange buds--
Fat mystery buds.










Hanging on a twig
Red eft rests by the road side
Before Great Crossing.

Even the slender vines
Climbing up the thick tree trunk
Burst out with green leaves.