Puddles in the field--
Yesterday's rain stays around
In the bright sun.

Fenced in bright white goose
Even brighter in the sun;
Rooster crows next door.

Tardy wood stove starts--
Smells like paper not like wood;
Winter is still here.

A saucy robin
Hops on the bush next to me;
It's fearless hunger.

Woods look like marsh land,
Dappled with pools of water;
Near unmelted snow.

Green haze in the woods--
Sun illumines grass and moss:
Harbingers of spring.

Beer can in the bush
Trapped, flung from a speeding car;
Nature's prisoner.

Beer bottle on hill
Must have taken a great throw
From misguided jock.

Brown U.P.S. truck
Lumbars down the old dirt road;
April Santa Claus.

White sign on a tree
Visible deep in the woods;
Just what could it say?

A dead splattered frog
In the middle of the road--
Early on all counts.

Return feels warmer;
Is it direction, time, wind
Or just coming home?