The branch at bud pointlightly bears the warbler’s weightshakes free of frostand offers a blossom peekto the sun.
(and other pleasures found on a walk in the spring)
a haiku
Thinking of youeternal spring blossoms within me
The final splay of our tulipis a table top Ferris wheelpurple petals wideas a lion’s mane.
A poem for early Spring
A sliver of skymore violet than blueThe Spring Azure driftslike a petal in view.
Rain drops on window
Cleanse leftover winter stain
Spring renews hope, faith