Dark/Light Magic May

Sun rays breaking warmth;
The lilac bush is blooming.
On this first of May.












Forsythia day--
Yellow bushes are blooming
Echoing the sun.











How soft the stream sounds
Pouring over the moss rocks,
Sparkled by the sun.

Stretched between two trees
Shadow ripples on the dirt;
Soft hoot--morning dove.





Dark woods seem softer;
Shadows seem to be warmer
Dark/ Light Magic May.


Slender fluted blooms
Displayed in perfect roundness:
White clover cluster.












One foot off the road
The wild woods take over
With green and shadows.












Suddenly tree tops
Burst into brilliant yellow
Where starkness had been.