Spring rains water plants

with no supervision or

effort from any of us.

~

…and somehow new growth

never gets overwatered

despite their zealous tending.

As I cast about

for something pithy to say,

all I found was nothingness.

~

Nothingness also

is visiting me today.

What is there to say?

A parade of deer

marched across the yard, looking

around, waiting for applause.

~

A turkey quartet

grumbles across the driveway

A vixen slinks by; groupie?

Stark shadows remain

of the late unpleasantness

that once stalked this verdant land

~

We can’t erase those

shadows by banning books or

silencing conversation.

Hafiz reminds us

that blame is a stock which brings

very poor returns.

~

Always practical

Hafiz was, unlike Rumi,

living his life mystically

So many flowers

arrive ahead of schedule;

Will any be left for May?

~

Flowers follow their

own schedules and don’t pay much

attention to ours.

The fields are bathed in

golden light as deer stroll by

and crows critique their progress.

~

Bird-brains oft complain

about the stolid advance

of their hidebound companions.

After a lengthy

and vexing, rainy, night’s drive,

dawn breaks on the beach.

~

Back home the slowly

rising sun shines through the mist

hinting of better weather.

Distant train whistle

invites me to get moving,

but I think I’ll pass.

~

I passed on boarding

that train likewise preferring

to ride rails in the dreamscape.

That gurgle from trees;

sounds like fish, splashing in ponds?

Brown-headed Cowbirds?

~

April seems to be

trying to find a way to

combine parts of March and May.

~

April is, of course,

two seasons’ homunculus.

Winter transmuted to Spring.

Someday we may plumb

Suffering’s abyssal depths

And waken Leviathan

~

Compassion can ease

the world’s suffering without

awaking Leviathan.

As we drove past them

the white dogwoods waved and gave

us a standing ovation.

~

And is it not, thus

due us, in our station as,

Masters of all we survey?

Like long parted Larks

gathered again together,

splendidly they sang.

~

What a joy to hear

again the music they once

made with each other.

Motherly advice –

today is your wife’s birthday.

Take her on a fun-filled date.

~

If there’s any time

After her class reunion

I will gladly heed your advice.

A lucid moment

skitters past and disappears

Into the mounting clutter.

~

Got lost in daily

clutter and thus lost a chance

to write a lucid response.

I’ll never tire

of the youthful leaves of Spring

and the renewal they bring.

~

Warm sun on cool skin

is the way days should begin

not, just yet, summer’s fire.

Writing poetry

demands more observation

but less discipline than prose.

~

Writing requires

devotion amidst a whole

world of commotion.

Small quivering in

tall grass and soon a small bird

emerges, seed in his beak.

~

Like that little bird

rejoicing in his morsel,

we too, rejoice in small scenes.

Spring arrives at last.

In fields, a frost of flowers

echo there the winter past.

~

Birds and butterflies

fan the air as deer forage

and squirrels dash from here to there

Dogwoods don their white

spring outfits and greet us with

a flowery song.

~

Dogwoods hit high notes,

leaving those poor tulips to

cover all the baritones.

After the Vet day,

with all the ensuing pain,

no dog wants to walk in rain.

~

Knox takes a dim view

of rain walks whether he’s been

to the vet or not.

Everywhere you look

bushes, bulbs, and trees burst forth

with colorful things to say.

~

They speak a language,

vibrant and multi-chrome, a

seasonal synesthesia.

And the show went on,

with seasonal allergies,

wardrobe malfunctions, and all.

~

When things go awry,

determination joined with

creativity saves the day.

How many Trump fans

does it take to change a light

bulb? None. They prefer darkness.

~

Everybody knows

people who resist all change,

since it requires action.

Tulip buds open

as daffodils slowly fade.

Soon there will be irises.

~

A many colored

parade marches us slowly

and surely into summer.

Preparing taxes

is taxing especially

when you see where money went.

~

Why must we balance

our books and pay our taxes

when government figures pass?

A weathered old boat

frozen atop earthen waves

just more cut-over flotsam

~

Many times we feel

like a boat out of water

longing to float home.

No high winds or rain

today. Just warmth and sunshine

comes our way…whoops… April fools!

~

It’s sunny and warm

up in Springfield Virginia-

perhaps a road-trip today?