Ready to Explode

When it threatens rain
Gray softness embraces road,
And bird cries grow faint.

Rhododendron bud:
Pieces of violet peek out
Ready to explode.












The picnic table
Is now occupied by goats--
Just a bunch of kids.

Purple, gray and white;
Flowers grow willy nilly
In coexistence.

Above--bird and plane,
Loud twitter and sleepy roar;
Then all is silence.

Machine in the woods
Creates mechanical roar
That is heard, not seen.










Road shadows are blurred;
White blooms seem even whiter
In the morning gloom.












How dark the woods are
Without the rays of the sun;
How bright the flowers.