Willow Walk

simple truth

we reach for magic
and finding it we must fall
yet so much glory

a fact of summer

clinking of hailstones
long stalks bow in the swift wind
drought is not broken

a natural truth

fearing urgent green
we turn our backs on summer
diving into work

behind the house

forgotten winter
a gentle may breeze stirs the green
blocking my vision

spring appearing

under darkest green
the force of summer pushing
promises so much

backyard

yesterday has passed
wind slowly moves the branches
into tomorrow

looking slightly upwards

branch fractal budding
spring comes not so calmly
storm is on the wing

looking slightly upwards

branch fractal budding
spring comes not so calmly
storm is on the wing

under the magnolias

pale dusting of snow
on the green next to flowers
mixup of seasons

failure to sleep

a winter wonder
the frogs croaking so loudly
behind our small house