Moisture's in the Air

 

Bright sunshine falling
On expanding light brown earth,
As the snow retreats.

It's not like a lamb--
Lion roars whisper in woods.
Everything is still.

Forsythia buds
Ever so slowly and small.
Lone goose in the sky.

Alfred's at the fence;
(Hasn't been there all winter)
Scratching his big head.

Woods are dappled brown;
Morning dove calls far away;
Moisture's in the air.

 

Moisture's in the air
As snow sinks into the ground.
New darkness in woods.

Stump congregation

 Survived another winter;
And so have we all!

 

Fully naked now,
Beyond his bars and shadows,
Ghost munches his hay.