Penciled In

barest
outlines of colors
before leaves unfurl

Arbor Ador

aged arbor
speaks to me
of countless happy times

Cold Petals

finery
of frost
a frozen flowering

Knowing Better We Had Hoped Anyway

dashing the hope
of early spring
winter returned

Room To Grow

every leaf bud revels
in the space
reserved for their expansion

Meeting

quaker bonnets
gather in the grass
spring worship

Inspiration

amidst bare branches
last year’s crabapples
inspiration for spring blooms