fist full of
tulips
how brief their blooming
how broad his smile
spring buds
tightly wound hints
of things to come
new beginnings
yet utterly complete
spring buds
spring dawn
the towering poplars
cast thin shadows
everything stirs
except the dead branches
whispers of spring
spring walk
from puddle to puddle
the peepers converse
tomato seeds
roots, stalks, leaves, blossoms and fruit
all waiting inside
March roars in
cherry blossoms blown here and there
their essence remains
ragged feathers
scattered on melting snow
a redpoll lost
