In My Nose's Eye

The promise of rain
Still remains to be fulfilled
This very dry Spring.

 

Perfume from lilacs
Mixes with freshly ground coffee
(In my nose's eye).

 

Sitting on the seeds,
Two birds sharing the feeder;
Some feathered gourmands.

 There are more sounds now:
Bee hum, woodpeckers, bird cries
And buzzing insects.

 

Forsythia blooms
Now paint the roadside yellow.
Dandelions leave.

 

 White fluff by the road--
Animal or vegetable?
(Did the rabbit know?)

These tiny white buds
Have just burst into glory!
Praise God for Spring blooms!

In frigid winter
It's so hard to overdress.
Not so in fickle Spring.