
how do the buds know
the right time to fall away
and let the leaves grow

how do the buds know
the right time to fall away
and let the leaves grow
scratching at front door
climbing up the window sill
odd acting squirrel

waves on the prairie
the ebb and flow of the winds
the rhythm of life
quarantine lifted
the herd jamming the highways
a bittersweet cup
grey day without rain
memories of the tropics
warm rain then blue skies