late winter and early spring blend and blur
in pleasant days and chilly nights
penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes
with stirrings of life, subtle and green —
mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but
sunsets that still come in evening’s youth lull
spring
Juxtaposing
Spring blossoms flowers
Winter blossoms quietude
Speaking of spring
Spring translates earth’s happiness into colorful flowers.
Green grace
as earth sways us from winter to spring
nature begins her grace of glorious green
Ruffled feathers
serene spring morning
calm but for two birds brawling
uh — that’s not fighting
Stages
Spring is a lively swing towards summer
Summer is a hot salsa towards autumn
Autumn is an elegant ballet towards winter
Winter is a slow waltz towards spring
Moonlit plum tree
the moon and plum tree
make flow’ry springtime shadows—
lovers of the night
Outlines of joy
February is the border between winter and spring.
April morning
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this for their April 18th Cryptoquote.
Vernal ode to euphony
nests bustling in leafy trees
eggs cracking open tenderly
vernal music on the breeze
excitement buzzing busily
tree roots drinking merrily
underground working tirelessly
restless flowers pacing weeds
manufacturing aromatherapies
reds purples yellows greens
poppies blooming endlessly!
Alone in the city
my heart is dying
for this gambel’s quail crying
lovesick for a mate
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Glorious
imagine how many glorious winters and springs
the stars from their celestial perches have seen—