out of the darkness

white azaleas —

you talk in your sleep

one tulip

of every color —

my neighbor’s rainbow

this spring breeze

giving the clouds in the lake

a good stirring

a pollen blanket

flung out over everything —

green on green on green

comparing notes

on all the wisteria

up and down the block

every new blossom —

memories of your hand

cupping my face

buds near to bursting

branch tips trembling in the wind —

tears I should have cried

pear trees

busy converting spring sun

into petals

end of a long day —

our dog sits by the table

and sways in her sleep