Poem Category: Spring

winds will be winds
ants will be ants
with a butterfly’s wing

afternoon breeze
a rose bush
scents the rain

outside
the spring rising
in a weave of gulls

garden reading
a butterfly
leaves the sun

mountain sunset
gentle
a scent of childhood

flitting butterfly
so many roses to tour
Sunday afternoon

the soft twinkles
of moonshine
our watered lawn

Office lift
the sense of their perfumes
one after another.

Window breeze
the curtain of moonshine
in…out…in.

Friend’s party
a kiss for our love once
ivy on the wall.