in sunny alcove
old leaves rise in swirling wind
new buds crown stripped trees
in sunny alcove
old leaves rise in swirling wind
new buds crown stripped trees
the dawn’s early light
may hide the markings but not
the way eagles swoop
longing to know
the Spirit behind the eyes
image in mirror
green tractor plowing
friends flocking from miles away
feeding the hungry
robins sing at dawn
daffodils bursting the gray
spring is on the way