We have now entered the birds-chirping-all-night season.
entire continents of grey-white clouds
hovering serenely in an enormous spring-blue sky
a soaring raven caws out of its element
why are you this far south, beautiful bird?
then all is quiet but for a distant plane
heading to who-knows-where
what a gorgeous afternoon!
way too beautiful for negative thoughts
listening to subtle sounds of nature’s energies
oooh, sudden chilly-breeze goosebumps
coolness swirling through sunlit seventy degrees
a day of awe and eerily silent excitement
winter and spring overlapping at the seams
Late winter and early spring blend and blur
in pleasant days and chilly nights,
penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes
with stirrings of life, subtle and green.
Mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but
sunsets that still come in evening’s youth lull.
Early February in the desert—
The sun is springtime warmth
The breeze, winter’s leftovers
First cold-weather storm of the season
Yellow leaves flying off windy trees
Birds pecking out a last-minute snack
Sudden rain pelting shivering shrubs
Poetic words flow out much better in pleasant climes
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, the self reflects well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words and numbs minds
As the sun is tilting from winter to spring
Nature begins her grace of glorious green
the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring
the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer
the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn
the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter
The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket of snow.
It’s peeking ’round the corner,
playing hide and seek —
I see its icy fingers,
a frost’d rosy cheek.
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
The wild things are stilling
Colors mute and blur