spring snow
how delicate the tracks
of the mourning dove

 

behold!
a face appears on the road –
rocks and pebbles

 

broken by winter
a nest in the thorns –
Multiflora rose

 

in the dappled shade
the man and the rake are one –
basket of old leaves

 

spring cleaning –
inside the storage unit
a wrinkled leaf 

 

in the spring air
under new leaves
the idea of a walk

 

within bare branches
the familiar sound of spring –
red-winged blackbirds 

dark cove
wood ducks take flight
colors and all

 

at the bottom
of the watering can
a splash of sky

 

in the forest
the quietness of trees
standing together

 

out on the porch
in the warm, dark shadows –
a termite 

 

grey hillside –
scattered here and there
trout lilies

 

a swan
sharpens its image
on still water

 

old shabby inn
now wears a fanciful mask
pear trees in bloom

under the rock
a map of things other –
pressed earth

 

layers of clouds
tucked one under another
flower moon

 

gentle chocolate lab
picks up a partridge chick –
just curious 

 

water
around a mayfly
ascending

 

morning calm
three ducklings swim the pond
their wakes parallel

 

Asticou Garden
the gate of knotted wood
opens either way

 

cascade of funnels
take the air out of the room –
foxgloves