Their Ascent to Light

Bright sunshine today
Glows through my forsythia--
Beads of yellow blooms.









A trail of pine cones
Below the forsythia.
Bright Easter Sunday.












Now the light's subdued;
Sun is filtered through a cloud
Like my crazy thoughts.

The first lilac buds
Begin to open their leaves;
Soft woodpecker taps.

A faint reflection
From a mirror in the woods--
A small instant pond.

Hush is in the air;
Even the cars whooshing past
Observe the silence.










This side of the road
Dandelions are starting
Their ascent to light.









Is it new mullein
That grows softly on the rock
Or a survivor?