Forsythia Down

  

Snow showers, they say,
In this last week of April;
Green leaves are shining.

 It rained for two days
But the sun has not forgot
To light up morning.

 

Pretty white flowers
Dot the green on my front lawn;
Hazel barks again.

Forsythia down;
Yellow petals line the road--
New season is here.

 Juicy white flowers
Born in a couple of days--
Cluster of round blooms.

 Like soft barnacles
Mushrooms spring in the tree trunk
Swelling in whiteness.

 Road has become dark;
Cold gray clouds cover the sky;
Maybe it will snow.

After the rain fall
Small streams sit by the road side
Waiting to be pushed.