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?

As you may recall,

I had life’s every answer,

in the seventh grade.

~

Just wondering if

those seventh grade answers have

withstood the hard test of time?

Be on the lookout

for two wandering poets

lost in the maze of their days.

~

Poets have been found;

wandering the labyrinth

in their convoluted minds.

My son never met

a big or obscure word he

didn’t like. My vocab grows.

~

Some seek precision

in lexical endeavors

purely for linguistic’s sake.

🤷‍♂️

Misery Defined:

working inside on taxes

when outside it is sublime.

~

Some say Diligence

is its own reward, but some

know that’s all just poppycock.

So, she wants control.

I guess she does not yet know

control is an illusion.

~

But loss of control

is no illusion as so

many of us know.

Before mowers come

daffodils fill medians

and brighten our way.

~

After we have gone

and our works have turned to dust

they’ll remain our requiem

Pondering the plan,

of dinner preparation

propagates dyspepsia.

~

That merely means we

must venture forth and mull meal

menus from fun restaurants.

March has been full of

weather teases and lies. Hope

April doesn’t follow suit.

~

April, they all say,

will just bring frequent showers

wetting the ground for clothing May

That bull terrier-

strangers do not know his bark

is far worse than his kisses.

~

And because of that

I am protected and quite

grateful when strangers arrive.

It seems some budding

leaves turn red with anger when

Spring weather turns icy cold.

~

That burning fury

may yield just the little heat

they need for their survival.

Slept the clock around

for the first time in decades

yet, somehow, don’t feel refreshed.

~

When sleep fails to bring

refreshment, we might ask what

it is that needs refreshing.

Arose before four,

before the sun even thought

of rising…oh well.

~

A rose, before four,

is, almost, a teatime rose.

It just needs caffeine to bloom.

Manage the crisis;

not by offering advice

but by lending assistance.

~

That old song says it

very well: “We get by with

a little help from our friends.”

So Satisfying

to know at day’s end needed

tasks are at last done.

~

Why, then, can I not

cast myself upon my bed

to reap my reward of sleep?

Was that frigid gale

Winter’s last heroic gasp

or Spring’s overture?

~

Either way let’s hope

Winter finally rests and lets

Spring step forth and fully sing.

Hearing the old tree

creak, I realized we two have

some things in common.

~

Luckily for us,

when we crack- come crashing down,

there is hope we’ll rise again.

Color me cautious

when I don’t get excited

on regarding clear dawn skies.

~

Riding the seesaw

of changing weather makes us

worry about falling off.

An undisclosed source

told winter it could linger.

Let’s track that source down.

~

When we find them out

applying heat and pressure

will rectify the problem.

It’s not the warming

I welcome most, every spring;

rather, the soft greening light.

~

I welcome the return

of fullness after so much

of its opposite.

I don’t wonder where

the wild things are. They are

here fighting over birdseed.

~

Though wreaking havoc,

with or without their wolf suits,

no one denies crows their meal!

Seeing all those new

buds, I ask myself where are

there new buds in me?

~

Dear, those bud-like things

are just polyps and skin-tags

hardly harbingers of spring.

When loved ones are ill

and we’re powerless to help,

it’s o.k. for men to cry.

~