That's the Way of Things

Miraculous blooms
Float near my kitchen window;
Where did they come from?

 

It's so very gray
But my eggs are boiling hard.
This is a good day.

 

 Shouts of small children
Chirp briskly over airplane.
It's the school next door.

Around the bright May pole
The girls dance and the boy sits.
(That's the way of things.)

Smart bird on a wire
Pays no attention to me.
He knows I can't fly.

Where are the shadows?
They're hidden behind the clouds.
Wait! Sun has found them!

Whining down the hill
Whirling brushes on the road:
A Spring manicure.

Bugs buzz in my ear;
Spring time has really returned--
Bitter and better.