In the night a sound
the full moon suddenly pierced
by arrow of geese
Gnarled trunk, twisted branch
at it’s end a scrawny leaf
drunk birch at spring’s door
The once biting wind
completes her winter lecture
a mouse sniffs the air
Gold tongued daffodils
laugh at the flickering snow
their spring tour begins
Sultry March evening
a breeze stirs distant wind chimes
dog’s ears come to life
Drum roll from drain spout
Slate sky adds it’s timpani
April dances in
Old stone elephant
still standing in last Fall’s leaves
now bathed in green moss
Raucous sky as geese
debate the geometry
of their formation
Most neglected tree
in garden’s farthest corner
shocks me with blossoms
Forsythia mob
looks to take over the hood
Only I object