First Dandelions

Listen! Listen again!
I listen to the Magic Flute
On this Spring morning.

Fluster of four birds
Whirls away from the tree limb.
My heart follows them.

The fat hens cackle
As if they know a secret.
Sky is crystal blue.

Plane's hollow humming
Far above the road I walk--
A vapor of sound.









Protruding outward--
Forsythia bud cluster
Announces it's here.


First dandelions
Pop up by side of the road
Reflecting the sun.


Somewhere a stream flows
Or is it the wind's whisper?
Invisible sounds.

Murmur of voices,
Then a mother calls her son;
Slamming of car doors.