Tiny birds visit

the pile of fallen trees,

paying homage to what was.

~

In life, a refuge

from weather and predators,

in death, still, refuge for prey.

A single blossom,

this one lonesome daffodil,

will, anon, become many.

~

This early bloomer

lights the path with golden light

for all who will soon follow.

Even our dogs know

you can learn a lot from the crap

that is left behind.

~

Let’s hope the Bureau

lets slip their dogs to follow

the crap back to the crappers!

Pulled so many ways

by pleasures and duties,

how is one to cope?

~

Coping begins with

learning what to say yes to

and when to say no.

Sunny and cold beats

warm, gray, and wet. I gladly

don my coat as Spring draws nigh.

~

Can we both agree,

regardless our preferences,

a freezing rain is the worst?

This incessant gloom

is begging to be replaced

by the approaching springtime.

~

Even the gloom seems

to yearn for a bit of light,

a wish soon to be granted.

When did taking down

a wall become cavorting

with abandon for you, Son?

~

Wall demolition

was but one task for today,

thus yesterday’s cavorting!

Oh, partner in rhyme,

wherefore art thou? The day ends

and you’re nowhere to be found.

~

Alas, I was out,

cavorting with abandon

as poets are wont to do.

Had my second shot

and already I feels more

hopeful and alive.

~

Until tomorrow.

So enjoy it while it lasts,

’til the side effects arrive.

Who knows what you’ll find

hidden in the laundry room

when you bother to clean it.

~

Such discoveries

while cleaning can sometimes bring

elation, sometimes dismay.