At Their Peak Today

From walks of Sunday, April 16 and Monday, April 17

Still as a statue

Merging into the brown leaves--

The Easter Bunny?

Forsythia's sun--
Yellow and devastating
Lilacs are waiting.

Crow is on the tree top--

Peers out beyond the mountains;

Truly a bird's eye view.

Now the chair is filled--

Reader and breeze combine--

Alchemy of Spring.

Now, they're all over:

Delicate blue flowers bloom

Under cream puff clouds.

At their peak today,

Forsythia, full--heavy;

Their petals will drop soon.

Clouds across the sun--

A curtain for the shadows,

Which are then reborn.

Same bend in the road;

Still I'm never really sure

Just what lies beyond.

Sunning himself here;

Doesn't realize the hazard

Of the death highway.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Clouds cover the sun

And in that breaking moment

My feelings plummet.

Sun is returning;

My feelings begin to lift

With the moving clouds.

Resting on the roof

Dead branch has survived winter.

(But it still is dead).

Sitting in a tree,

Large bird's closer to the earth;

Doesn't seem to care.

Sunlight has faded

The solar energy sign.

(Is that irony?)

Two daffodils stand

Springing from the gray gravel

To salute the sun.

Ancient roadside pond

Has no whisper of water,

Just a memory.

Dark blip on high branch:

Animal or vegetable?

(It turns and has wings).

Air is expectant;

Wind gently blows the dead leaves;

Last night's tree is down.