Grass jumping with sparrows, People pecking crumbs, Paper bag mushrooms, Leaf freckles, Tree fingers touching Across a smile of path, Swan shadows necking – And green happiness Ringing round us In a shout Of park!
Branching Out, The tree splits the sky Seeking a way in realms Where it has no root.
Winter, We pretend we're seed Buried in our big coats Waiting for the spring.
Haiku Bare branches making Lacework in the sky are Fretted with promise.
Swans on the lake A silent question posed – Reflections surface.
The Gentling, We bury them and The grass creeps up like a child In the parent's bed.
In Parenthesis Bat wings wrappingThe air in brackets all Encompassing us.
Spring Morning, Leaves clap hands In the sun as it rises To the occasion.
Winter Lace, Fretwork flowers peep Down at gardens empty save For cross-stitched twigs.