Sound of dull saw teeth
Gentle wind on the ridgeline
Twilight approaching
*****
How the ravens croak
How the evening winds whisper
Kindle the fire.
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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.
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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.
A beaver’s teeth marks
This tree will not stand for long
Windy mountain top.
*****
Squirrel on wires
A few morning snowflakes fall
Sound of scratching claws.
*****
Tree robbed of branches
To make room for power lines
Our priorities.
The sounds of cold rain
And my feet on damp soil
All else is quiet.
*****
“Holly tree!” I cry
How glad I am that you grow
While the others sleep.
*****
Music of the streams
This new rainfall spills their banks
They feed the salt marsh.
