It Is a Soft Day

The fog has lifted;
Gray's given way to yellow;
Forsythia Shines.

 

 Drops twinkle on wire;
Others fall slowly from eaves;
The world's aglitter.

 

Meditative cat
Has taken over my seat.
(Contemplating birds?)

 

 

 Lilacs are ready--
Green leaves promises of blooms:
Lavender perfume.

Sun has disappeared
Leaving the textured gray sky
To cast its blue haze.

Yellow green lichen
Grows on the rotten tree branch:
Phosphorescent glow.

Sunshine and mist mix
Sometimes changing their places.
It is a soft day.

The old king stump stands
Still surrounded by courtiers--
Once saplings, now trees.