Like a Baby Born

With her arms folded

Walker passes by bushes

Like a faint shadow. 

Morning air is pink;

Pink the bushes and branches

Like a baby born.

They're never angry

These two old bovine comrades

Exchanging a kiss.

It's done its job--

Queen Anne's Lace has spread its seeds;

Now the husk remains.

Beginning to bud

Bush gives birth to green sprouts

That glow in the sun.

Growing in the woods

With no human involvement:

The first springtime chives.

Faint rat a tat tat

Then woodpecker goes silent.

(He knows I'm listening.)

Standing on a mound

A small grove of new trees stand:

Evergreen saplings.