Floating from Hills and Houses

Another set of two days, 
May 10 and May 11--Tomorrow we'll be back to normal.

 

Lilacs are blooming
Next to my kitchen window;
Soon, there'll be perfume!

 

 Transparent green world
Glows through the sunlit branches;
Birds flutter to feed.

A gentle breeze shakes
The delicate white flowers
Of the new bloomed tree.

 

They are starker now:
These Queen Anne's skeletons
In the fields of Spring.

 

Littering the road,
Dropped forsythia petals
Return to the earth.

 

There are more voices
Floating from hills and houses
On this warm Spring day.

 

Little white flowers
Bloom by the side of the road
Unfazed by the cars.

 

Small bird in the woods
Calls loudly for its soul mate--
(There is no response)




 

 

Violet peeks around--
The lilacs are now in bloom
Outside my window.

 

 Forsythia blooms
Have dropped, blown or flown away;
Now a memory.

 

 



Two contented cows
Munch in the warm Spring sunshine
With defined purpose.

 

 




Poised above the trees:
The pale ghost of last night's moon
Reflects memory.

 

The last tree to bloom
Was the first to lose its leaves.
(It has its own race).







 

 

Dandelion puff
Beating her lazy sisters
To catch the breeze.








 

 

The dead pine needles
Are brought to life by the sun.
 (Some road side magic).

Winter walk's return
Was always so much warmer.
(Now, it's just plain hot).