
first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul
I dig computers

first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul

the warmth of daylight
crocuses heralding spring
now songbirds slumber

suburban sunlight
neighbors socially distant
feeling springtime’s close

the wind blowing cold
painful to fingers and face
sun upon the mountains


more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom


the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter

out into the night
a beacon on my sidewalk
crisp air reminders