Poem Category: Spring

Brushing the sky
a moth enters the fall
of oak leaves.

In the cascade
a tiny waterfall
without its sound.

Spring clean
the rag’s bag dragged
from room to room.

The mouse in peril
fallen figs
found out on the lawn.

Lightning fades
the hour-away river
starting to trickle.

orange horizon
a crinkled ocean
washing the suns.

Father’s borrowed car
down lover’s lane …
once in a blue moon.

Dragonfly wings
quietly wrinkles
the bird bath.

Pouring out the joy
of a cool white wine–
river picnic.

Plumber’s soil
left on the lawn
pecked by sparrows.