spring sun —
cedar waxwings fill
the leafless plum

budding trees
a stone bird’s eyes
locked to the sky

all day rain
Easter egg dye
in coffee mugs

April shower . . .
she says her chalk flower has
grown a little

Easter Sunday
the hand on my shoulder
once reached up for mine

first warm day
a wheat penny lands
  heads up

Good Friday
the raven flies east
with a chunk of bread

cherry blossoms . . .
I wear a little less
blush

drizzling sky
a little girl drinks
from her mother’s cup

spring shower
her parasol opens
to take him in