April 3

tended for nesting birds

butterflies and their flowers

a fallow farm nurtured for nature

April 2

slashed by shadows

morning light stripes the distant hills

unsettling the day

April 1, 2023

 

maple buds clamped tight.

Green-headed mallards frothing

the rain-rivened pond

Seeing Spring?

eager for spring thaw:

groundhog nibbles shoots of grass?

no -- just a patient stone

Winter Into Spring Wanderings

I

winter trees bending

down under heavy snow

branches becoming roots

II

do spring birds nest

beneath the snow waiting

to burst into flight when

the branches snap upwards . . .

So Close!

rain erasing snow

a hunched hawk watches the pond

tastes spring in the air

March 1 - Poetry is in the air . . .

 

One month until

National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2023

which is in its 20th year!

Can't say that I've been attempting to meet this challenge since then, but here goes again.

One Month Left

white surprise at night

spring will come in its own time

- let the child smile

Hawk

broken pine branch perch,

lifeless, disguises life poised,

patient, to take life 

A Pond Tries Melting Into Spring . . .

reopens the open water frozen by a brief northern blast

    captures pink from the gift of southerly rain clouds

        melts into reflections of leafless trees, wisps of birds,

            and evergreens who whispered life winter-long.

February

 

hovering

over ice and mud

wishing

amid wind and robins' wings

waiting

between downtrodden and hopeful