the dog takes a sniff —
snow that didn’t go
with the first warm day

a minute
more daylight than yesterday —
paperwhites

Peering into
the deep well, two boys
talk about girls

morning mist
the swallows return
to last year’s nest

misty river —
the drone of the drawbridge
still in my ears

spring longing —
following animal tracks
as far as I can

dragging her jacket
home from school
first spring peepers

from the mouths
of old stone frogs
the sound of water

rain clouds
a river frog’s head
pops back down

lilacs in bloom
a swallowtail crosses
the double yellow line