Lilacs are Shaking

Strong breeze is blowing

Across the sun drenched bushes;

Lilacs are shaking.

Wind chill in the air;

Squirrel races across the porch.

Still, the bright sun shines.

Caught in the branches

Fallen pine cone still hangs high

With a new mom.

Growing round the stump 

Yellow blooms ring the dead wood--

A funeral wreath.

Last forsythia

Hang limp, waiting for the wind;

Beyond them--lilacs.

Voices of the wind

Bellowing from the forest

Tremble the tall trees.

Pastel waves of blue

Lying deep in the forest

Light up the darkness.

Still no water flows

Under the makeshift wood bridge;

Only the wind howls.

Black and Yellow Suspended

Olivia's mouth

Opens in some trumpet moo's.

I can't answer her.

Floating above blue--

Black and yellow suspended:

Bumble bee,  hunting.

Fragrance of Lilacs

Fragrance of lilacs

Mixes with roasting coffee--

May morning bouquet.

Sunlit morning leaves

Combine with my idle thoughts--

A strange alchemy.

Two woodpeckers peck,

Rattling their hollow fugue

Across expanse of trees.

Running water sound

Precedes the sight of the stream--

Moving harbinger.

Growing untended

Lilacs thrive by the road side;

They're wild and free.

As he comes closer,

Cyclist on the road travels

Through light and shadow.

Humming in the air

As the bees move busily

Sucking from springtime.

Old emperor stump

Now dwarfed by pine courtiers

Which provide it shade.

School in a Hammock

School in a hammock

Seems like a good place to be--

Relaxing research. 

Small bird through the screen

Hops about from branch to branch--

Nervous, persistent.

Lilacs in my yard

Move slowly towards fruition;

I, only, can't wait.

Singing in the yard,

Sound barely reaches the fence--

Three light voices lift.

Deep in the forest

Woodpecker rattles his tune:

Morning percussion.

Dandelion puff

Next to the blooming flower

Foretells its future.

Sprinkles in the sky

Small flowers from a tall tree

Twinkle their faint light.

Smiling she said "hi";

Now, she's a speck on the road.

Hello's and good bye's.

Bright spirit of May;

In the blossoms and the sun

And light dancing feet.

Even Dead Leaves Glow

Pattern of blue blooms

Has taken over my lawn--

A runic design. 

Sunshine leaves merge

Into a bright green pattern--

Melting of substance.

Clusters of sun spots

Gather bright by the roadside--

Dandelions grow.

At top of the hill

A small but distinct presence:

A black and white cat.

Shiny russet leaves

Seem supremely innocent. 

(They're poison ivy!)

Discarded dog shit

Still in its black plastic bag.

How has it survived?

All buds are brighter

In the light of early May.

Even dead leaves glow.

Mysterious path

Has sprung up next to the road.

(New just to my eyes?)