The last lilac blooms;
Rhododendron takes over;
Robin screeches at me.
Forsythia bush
Has become nothing but green.
White blooms are long gone.
Where is the birds nest?
Robin tries to attack me
With his flights and cries.
Sun and clouds dancing
Moving slowly in and out
Shed shadows and dim.
Birds are all around
Chirping from trees and bushes.
Bugs fly in my mouth.
Bouquet of light blue
Grows ethereal off road.
(Might just float away).
Rotting mother logs
Burst alive in the late Spring
With fungus and moss
Bright yellow beacons--
These flowers illuminated
The gray dim morning.
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