Late afternoon

Sunlight falling gently
on my ivory coverlet
Stirring the dust motes into action
helping me to forget

The stillness broken only
But the persistent little sound
Of a young voice calling to me
Asking for a moment to be crowned

Little birds

Little bird singing softly
To yourself up in a tree
Do you ever look below
Wondering what you're meant to be?
Or are such thoughts left just to us,
To drive us mad with wonder?
Forcing us to look within,
To face our faults with candor?

Green again

Once again all is green
Despite the lingering cold
Another spring like we have seen
Although we're getting old

But thank our stars we're still here
A sigh of praise to say
We're grateful that the skies are clear
As we continue on our way

Spring

Hopeful now and optimistic too
All because the light is returning to you
The darkness is receding, fading fast into the night
Constant prayers will now keep that void from sight
Spring is another consolation to our aching souls
For the sunshine and the rain can fill any hole

April

April's such a changing thing
No melody in the tune she sings
A cold, damp day today we share
Tomorrow we'll bake in the sun's hot glare
Snowflakes remind us of winter's chill
Then melt away as snowflakes will
Now we wait for warmer days
So we can bask in the summer haze

A hint of spring

The water's freely running
Dripping, streaming, cleaving
The sparkle of snow fading
As the sun reclaims everything

Snow Again

Awash in white
The world awaits
The quiet of the spring
While nature sleeps
We must content
With the smallest joyful thing