Is It Greeting Me?

My own roaring stream;
Bright forsythia blooming;
Is this day just now?


Swelling lilac buds
Seem to have sprung over night;
Casual magic.


A child's voice calls;
It's so distant and unseen;
Is it greeting me?


I wear no coat now,
As sun and clouds do their dance.
My feet want sandals.


Up from the ivy
And brown leaves, spring pale blue blooms;
Soft unseen bird chirps.


Warm Easter Sunday;
Bright cluster of pink flowers
Stare at St. Francis.


Like joyful litter
Dandelions line the road;
I can't help but smile.


The abandoned shack,
Head popping through the roof;
(Abandoned no more)