A River Stone
April 22nd, 2011

Early morning and the air is cool.
Down the hill the apricot
.... a froth of blossom

Compost

Rich, black and crumbly,
paradise
 for lovely fat pink worms

Thursday, April 14th
A small stone

A meadowlark,
invisible to searching eyes
sings paeans to the morning.

Slow Spring

The leisure with which
the rich red peony stubs
emerge from slumber

and the slow ballet of leaves
opening in tiny increments
to their glorious greenness

Monday, April 11th, 2011

Tiny new leaves
add a verdant shimmer
to the curly willow.

Sunday, April 10th, 2011

In the pasture
thirty three robins
hop, stop, cock an ear...
listening for worms.