frosted rooftops
slanting morning shadows,
sun after snow
chatty finches,
rolling Yokohamas,
chortling ravens
I don’t mow
the fleabane that blooms in May,
for Julie’s sake
dandelions
bright exclamation marks,
not enemies
rain again
dripping from new spruce candles,
dampened birdsong
leisurely walk,
the dog always stops to sniff
pungent juniper
rainy days,
smoke bush blooms anticipate
June's warmth
I awake
from self deception,
with your help
You work wonders,
my life a bland tapestry
without your pigment
my mind and my heart
are filled with foolishness,
and yet you love me