Spring’s Decadence 

Here’s spring’s decadence 

Glorious colors, riches; 

Wealth beyond measure 

Suburban Sounds

I sit here typing

A buzz drifting through the air

Blades of grass shortened

Morning moves forward

Morning moves forward

Dawn’s transition fades to light 

Life, again, renewed 

A spring dawn 

Bird Song filled the air 

After dawn’s light hit the sky 

They scattered: airborne

Bird Song – Spring Morning 

I awoke to bird song 

A bush awash in voices 

In this darkness: spring