Sunshine all around,
Covering my lawn and porch;
Spring day of promise.
The trees shake and bow;
Forsythia doesn't move--
Still waits for its cue.
Is Buddha smiling?
Does he enjoy the sunshine too?
Can even stones smile?
Old straggly tree
Joined at the base of the barn.
Which was there first?
No clouds in the sky;
Dark shadows engrave the road;
Faint chorus of birds.
Opening slightly,
Tentative buds greet the Spring
With small purple tongues
Their lines never meet--
These shadows in the forest:
Plain geometry.
Jogging up the hill,
Male jogger is exhausted;
Gasps for breath at top.
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