White Blossoms
Wide with anticipation
Swelling drone of bees
In the humid dawn
Fleecy clouds move slowly by
April's crescent moon
Suddenly mountains
Appearing, disappearing
Lightning silhouettes
Circles expanding
One ring into another
Puddles in the rain
In the spring twilight
All that remains this day
The nightingale song
This morning at dawn
A joyful promise of Spring
Canada Geese honking
A windy Spring day.
Small sailboats in the distance
Bobbing on the waves
In the late Spring night
A brainless dog barking
At its own echo
White Blossoms
Wide with anticipation
Swelling drone of bees