As the Song Goes On

 Squirrel tears across lawn;
Another squirrel tears behind it.
(Squirrely kind of day.)

Windows are dirty;
Makes the outside world pristine,
When I leave the house.

 

 Mountains disappear,
Snow melting on my front porch.
Make way for springtime!

Three bird serenade
Played in tree above my head:
Short pizzicato.

Ice in stream again--
Winter plays tag with the Spring--
Frozen touch--"You're out!"

Crouched against the tree,
Wood monster prepares to leap!
(Then changes its mind).

Chimes inform the wind
Which answers with a light puff,
As the song goes on.

A washed out red flag
Hangs in tatters from a branch.
Its battle's over.