Lawn mower humming;
Mama cow stands in barn door;
Her baby has gone.

Hanging from the fence,
A purple flower bouquet--
Garnishing of Spring.









Flowers are humming;
Bees suck the last lilac blooms
As busy as their sound.












Bend beckons again,
Marked by dark transient shadows;
Mystery ahead.

The forest is still;
Only shadows play in it,
Without a murmur.

Sweet smells in the air;
Flowers and trees spread their seed.
My nose is itching.

Deep hollow thumping--
Woodpecker on a bass drum.
He thinks it's a tree.

Solitary leaf
Emerges from the thin vine
As it climbs the tree.