There's No Stopping Life

A week from today

Off to see aunt Charlotte--

Thence to Seattle.

A soft opening--

Sun cannot tell  time of day;

Afternoon? Morning?

Between gray slate tiles

Dandelions pop their heads.

There's no stopping life.

Billowing Spring scents

Up the road and tantalize,

Touching my nostrils.

Sole forsythia

Climbs higher than its fellows,

Heading for the sun.

Perpetual dog

Barks every time I walk past;

(I never see him).

Single daffodil

Pops up where the crocuses

Bloomed and disappeared.

Angry thoughts collide

With the sky and fragrant woods

Leaving me senseless.