THOUGHTS OF SPRING
Drips of ice melt
Slip from the roof
Glint in streaks as they pass
Between the sun and me
Rain from a one dimensional
World in an imaginary universe
A thin layer of snow
Wet and slushy on the ground
Capped with an almost snow crust
Masks the outline of the growing
Unnamed and undefined dirt pile
Waiting in the yard
Remnants from a constant
Rearranging of inner and outer life
What will it grow to be under that
Shady maple whispy branches now
I dream of ponds it does have that look
But is still making up its mind
A terrace perhaps or let the
English Ivy have its way
Turning the lawn into a refuge
For the smaller friends and foes
Nature constantly creeps back
Toward us if we look away
A few new birds up from the south
Tired and hungry no doubt
I’ll scatter some seed
Soon it’s be time to put out
That nesting material I’ve been
Stocking up all winter
Packing material and cotton balls
I intrude into the natural
Way of things perhaps
But I can’t help it selfish I guess
But in a small way
The snow will be gone tomorrow
Or the next day
Exposing more to dos wants
Little dreams and thoughts
Corrections tinkerings
Designs clippings
Fun stuff
