The years dash by;
Seasons repeated over and over…
But each defined by its own personality
as unique as yours or mine.
Spring warmth is upon us once again.
Cloaks sunny windows;
Peeking between twined twigs,
Scene outside seen betwixt.
On early blue,
Branch after branch
By the grand oak
Spreading her arms
Above my head.
Shadows crisp, sharp outlines against
Bright sunshine on this last day of winter.
Spring gracing us with an early welcome appearance:
Cottonwood tufts drift willy-nilly
With breezes and gales
Spiced with fragrance of
Earthy pear blossoms,
Fresh mown grass
And water on thirsty black dirt.