long sermon
snow gathers
on the windowsill

February thaw
goose droppings slip
into the pond

a long moment
before I recognize myself
   spring puddle

first light . . .
the wide-awake hats
in the lettuce field

Seuss’s birthday
a dad and two lads plant
a plant in a planter

winter beach —
tire tracks turn back
on themselves

plum petals —
do they cross her path too
in March winds

growing season
the orchard flooded
with moonlight

spring equinox —
the sun shines through
an onion skin

spring’s light green
I can smile
without wanting anything