the blooming tulips–
harmony
of Sun and Earth
An abandoned egg
Its plastic pink shell opened
Youthful laughter fades
my arms outstretched
I too
dance with the stars
Frightened by small hands
He reminds himself of treats
Good bunnies don’t bite
the eastern Mountains
sucking on
a lemon-slice Moon
Early morning sun
Smiling at the gentle clouds
Counting 3/4 time
crocheting out back–
a mama robin
eyes my yarn
Flower petals droop
Broken beneath the soft touch
Of winter’s last snow
the warmth of Spring
blows away
the Winter wind
Glittering tear drops
Fall from upturned radiance
Snow begins to melt
pollen…
a gift
from puckish flowers
outside a dove
interrupts the morning news
with a breaking story
morning snowfall…
the woods less solemn
than yesterday
I know now
why Winter misses
the Sun
Pink and red sparkle
Nestled in the flaky white
A smooth curve of sweet
Winter solstice–
a hurried Sun
asks me the time
The bright winter sun
Pierces the cold clear morning
With its shortest smile
I’m christened
a dragon
by this Winter night
silent night,
except for Christmas music
echoing…
December fog
thinking carefully
where to go next
my odyssey
begins underneath
this bare oak tree
