July Approaches

Warm summer winds blow
Memories of life carefree
Spring’s blossoms vanished

Strolling Observations

Moving through evening air
At the correct speed to notice
Changes amidst life around me.

Cherry trees blooming, blossoms
A gentle riot upon still visible branches
But, a few trees remain barren, though

Not yet dead. Springtime’s possibility
Not accepted yet upon those limbs
Winter’s grip remains, but waning.

Morning birdsong

This morning birdsong
So very loud, boisterous.
Visions of spring time