As If To Converse

Sun has just come out
To welcome back at home.;
White blooms on my lawn.


Chipmunk climbs the tree,
Then whirls to the other side.
He has disappeared.

Forsythia blooms
Lie scattered by the road side.
Their time is over.









What are these flowers
Bending over the fence slats
As if to converse?

Today the wind rules,
Blowing the empty red swing;
Rustling the tree tops.









Green grass in the woods
Growing lush and radiant
Has forgot the snow.










Stump buddies in Spring
Seem more frail than in winter.
Light shows through their holes.

Moon is almost full,
Yet bright sun lights up the road.
Quiver in the air.