rains pummel the earth
incessant birdsong --

winter's silence breaking apart

spring light on pine needles --

your laughter lingering in the air

this spring morning
battalion of lawnmowers --

just a little off the top, please

vapor trails
scribe the evening sky --

hating long goodbyes

thin ice slab
drifts with the swans --

defying the odds

shadows stretch across the lawn
like laundry airing in the morning sun

why this sense of dread . . .

amber threads --

tracing the path home by river light