Anticipation

 

Through the back window
A haze of green leafed branches
Filters the garage. 

 

 

Before I walk out
I'm never sure what I'll see--
Anticipation.

 

 

 

 Flurry in my yard:
White bush whose name I don't know;
(Do I really care?)

 

 White puff clouds are still,
Hanging over the tree tops.
They're moving nowhere.

 

Nothing more yellow

Than blazing dandelions

Shining from below. 

 

 

My friend, Samvid, stops;
We chat, as he drives lowly,
About bears and kids.

 

 

First new tree fungi

Popping out of the dead trunk

Will last forever.

 

Surveying the land
Peter plans a rice paddy
In the wilderness.