Branches with green buds
in the early morning light,
swaying and sun-bless”d

-/

Through bare grey branches
I can see spring’s pink blossoms:
transient beauty. 

-/

Ambushed by beauty - 
the blossoming Bridalwreath
declaring spring now. 

-/

Smoke rises
from the extinguished candle:
the aura lingers. 

-/

This cold house shivers and sheds, 
waiting for me to leave
and find my home. 

—/

Three texts before breakfast
and into the mist
of the climate change day. 

—/

Golden willows on the hillside,
Swollen elm tips across the street:
Spring comes.