On the path ahead
A bluejay’s missing feather
Shimmers with sunlight.
*****
Here the twisted roots
Furrow the face of the hill
Bare to wind and rain.
*****
Holly, who was queen
All through the leafless winter
Languishes in shade.
After the rainfall
The sidewalk decorated
With soft pink petals
*****
Rain on the rooftop
Inside, the sound of laughter
Echoes off the walls.
*****
Dandelion seeds
They have wishes of their own
Earth, sun, and water.
Sound of dull saw teeth
Gentle wind on the ridgeline
Twilight approaching
*****
How the ravens croak
How the evening winds whisper
Kindle the fire.
*****
You are the soft wind
That moves my limbs shakes my leaves
Your gentle power.
Blossoms, but no leaves
Coats against the morning chill
Spring is still so young.
*****
Trees stirring awake
Birds sing of their homecoming
A little dog’s grin.
*****
My soul felt so old
Until it found its playmate
We laugh like children.
Hyacinth perfume
The purple flowers blooming
Spring intoxicates.
*****
The first tulip shoots
Rise from yesterday’s bare earth
Greeted by birdsong
*****
When will the trees bud
And the robins return home?
Can you feel the thaw?
These grassy sand dunes
Seem a fine vacation home
Visiting owl.
*****
Melancholy woods?
There is no such thing, old friend
You brought it with you.
*****
Lovers carve their names
Into the elephant skin
Of this old beech tree.
A storm approaches
Birds cry out to each other
A riot of song.
*****
Corner of my eye
Enormous Raven in flight
Brilliant black feathers.
*****
I think of autumn
When we can walk together
Under painted leaves.
