Wild dandelion
beneath snowy winter field
do you dream of spring?
The robin, hopping,
peers over its grey wing as
the spring sun departs.
fresh spring stage debut
new male feather dance review
female audience
Down heavenly spring
waters flow as blossom's burst
from earthly bosom
thawed by the Spring sun
we flirt on damp grass and feel
butterflies dancing
pink spiral stitches
macramed umbrella gilds
shrine to fertile spring
In the spring garden
Murderous aphids attack
The helpless rose bud.
Wrens gliding on wind
Robins nesting on their eggs
Spring is in the air.
spring season arrives,
branches with chirping sparrows,
amongst the first buds
flowers grow at night
petals fall from roses black
spring in never land
a robin's chirrup
replaces the killdeer's call
winter cedes to spring
I hear the forest
whisper in the springtime rain
the secrets of life.
Ere swallows dare come,
March's ranging breezes stir
dancing daffodils.
The cool spring sun shines
Giving me a piece of light
And I think of you
A blue sky blushes
Yellow light climbs the mountain
Spring water flows by.
Spring bird sings freely
For nature's food, it takes wing
The summer cat waits
Spring. The thick clothes gone,
backlit beauties are skating
along Storrow Drive.
The year tends toward Spring?
Snowy desolation! Days
lengthen, cold strengthens.
Bright tulips stand guard,
like obedient soldiers,
saluting the sun.
sometimes thoughts spring up
demanding not to be heard
but to be written
early spring morning
we shiver inside our coats --
crocus bulbs bursting
I yank silver hairs
peeking through my dark gray mane...
new spring in my step
insouciant hours
crazy hopscotch and leapfrog
in the spring garden
Leaves drift and scatter
at the mercy of the wind
Autumn's ghosts of Spring
almost spring twilight...
to be parents, in silence
on the green park swing
high flying airplane
feet grounded miles away
spring brings thoughts of change
Spring's green vibrato
Earth rises from Winter's tomb
symphony of hope
Summer oppressed spring
forced her cherry blossoms down
staining ground deep pink
raindrops fall on silk
petals, green stalks grow turgid;
for spring, they struggle.
new leaves crowd old trees
dance together in the sun
soon to fall to earth
The Spring of My Life
holds up my basement window
reciting Issa
winter trees stand nude
waiting for the leaves of spring
to clothe them again
Ice covers ground but
blades of grass fight their way through
Spring is almost here
spring comes to the land
snow melts leaving lace of ice
a green sprout breaks through
spring's messenger bird
has returned to fallow fields
red-breasted and round
a gray spring drizzle?
I had hoped for a flower,
perhaps even two