The first day lilies
have popped open, just the two
burning hot orange.

The spider has come back
to the web she spun last year,
heavy and swollen.

Long shadows shade my
yard with a dark, deep green that
keeps the heat at bay.

A pale cold has come
settling over late May
with solomn silence.

A cool misty rain
falls, kissing all the trees and
grass with its soft tears.

Heavy air and thick
leaves hang on trees like wearing
far too many clothes.

The sky can't decide
whether to be bright or dark-
it's ruining my nap.

Three squirrels risking life
playing miles up in my tree-
some real bad asses.

High clear skies above
washed clean of debris by rain-
who knew blue could burn?

Tangled in the weeds,
resilient black-eyed-susans
follow the highway.

Clouds out my window
like something painted with a
heavy-handed brush.

There are days when the
weather is simply perfect-
today would be one!

The rustling of leaves
in the cool morning breezes
brings back long lost thoughts.

I waited all night
for you to call on the phone
fat girls die alone.

Fields thick with spring grass-
what do cows think about,
aimlessly munching?

The spongey, wet ground
keeps my feet moving slowly,
anchored by damp grass.

Soggy peonies
droop saddly among the weeds
shedding pale petals.

Dead asleep I am
awakened by the gently
tapping rain's fingers.

A clammy wind blows
remains of the morning's wind
weighting down the air.

Suddenly nighttime
has claimed the afternoon sky
with roars of thunder.

Soaking up the cool
that glistens in the morning
with dewy whispers.

Soft white peonies
feather in clouds from the vase
scenting the still air.

Lettuce and onions
fresh from the garden could be
the best part of spring.

The brief flowering
of sunshine is over; dark
gray skies are looming.

Soft, light leaves of spring
exchange their feathery green
for waxy darkness.

The sun has broken
through the oppressive halo
of gray clouds and rain.

The thick, warm fog has
settled over the new green
breathing hushed secrets.

In the soft half light
alone in morning rain I
listen to my breath.

A rainy cold has
crept back in; seeping through trees
and chilling my bones.

The gray skies brighten
green so deep it hurts your eyes
and keeps you earthbound.

There have come soft rains
with a gentle pattering
of light, soft fingers.