Top of bird feeder
New yellow bird is sitting:
First Spring oriole.
Shadows seem warmer;
Trees seem to move more gently--
Imagination?
Three chairs and a swing
Have sat through snow, ice and rain;
Now enjoy the sun.
Shadow on the road
Moves across and disappears:
Bird above has gone.
They're ready to burst,
These green forsythia buds.
Their time is coming.
Small dandelions
Springing up along the road
Cast their own shadows.
Leaves, shadows, water:
Pond holds substance and image;
Many dimensions.
Tall trees bear their fruit
On the very top branches;
Closest to the sun.
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