Arranged by the Bears

Collette's great talent?
Wiping her nose with her tongue.
(Don't you wish you could?)

It's a short sleeve day;

The first since before winter.

Sing hallelujah!

Forsythia glow 

In the mid morning sunlight.

(Who is more thankful?)

Stray forsythia

Takes up residence next door;

World is its garden.

Daffodil cluster

In the middle of the yard;

Like there's nothing else.

Shadows and garbage:

Still art along the roadside--

Arranged by the bears.

Merging with shadows,

With little smell or color:

Last winter's pine cones.

Gentle breeze does not

Move the shadows in the woods;

Just the sun does that.

Its head on its tail

Dead snake lying in the sun

Forms its own circle.