This Seventh Day of Spring

Snow flakes fall today
This seventh day of Spring.
What will summer bring?

 

Red head peeks over--
Cardinal checks out my kitchen;
Sees me and speeds off.

 

 Flocking through the air
Lazily winding their way--
These big Spring snow flakes.

 

 Ice puddles again;
Winter dons it frozen shape.
Dim geometry.

 

 Cones and soccer ball
Lying in the empty yard;
Evidence of kids.

 

Delicate sapling
Grows in the filthy snow bank;
Dog shit,  its neighbor.

 

Dressed for the winter
Ghost munches his morning hay
With horsey focus.

 

Cans nailed to trees
Bear their own secret treasure.
(Secret? They're empty!)