the sigh
I heave
forsythia

visiting artists
all over town
cherry blossoms

spring morning —
women at a village well
tease the new bride

steady drizzle
strand by strand
a robin’s nest

a female mallard
leads two drakes —
spring morning

once again
the scent of lilacs
mother’s call to supper

downpour
puddles swirled
with pollen

spring breeze —
the cat bats a few
feathers around

mortgage paid off —
thatch from our yard
in the robin’s beak

sunlit dew
the cock pheasant circles
his three-strong harem