Waving to the Wind

Summer sun in Spring;
Winter clouds creep in and out;
Season lunacy.



My lilacs are gone;
Rhododendrons are blooming;
Branches bend and bow.


The brown and blooming
Coexisting side by side--
Nature's oracles.


In their blurred focus
Dandelion puffs like smoke
Whisper in the wind.


Buttercups are out
Shouting yellow to the sun;
Waving to the wind.


Suddenly it's dark;
Clouds and insects rule the air.
But it is cooler.

Small purple pillars
Bloom around the spreading ferns;
Both giving greeting.


By the forest shade
I walk through a moment's rest
From the blazing sun.