top speed
around trail's bend,
dog's delight
almost spring,
whispers of piñon breeze
killdeer’s song
finches and ravens call
winter begins to give way,
ten sunny minutes
choot choot choot
I’ve turned on the sprinkler,
spring’s first sunday
dog’s nose wiggles,
finches, sparrows and sirens
greet the morning
the naked Ash
yearns for the low clouds,
blackbird’s trill
first shoots
on the old honey locust,
basking in sunshine
the crabapple trees
already pink this warm spring,
will April bring snow?
last year’s Stonecrop
awaiting resurrection,
Spring's, miracle