4/9
a rising sun paints
gold spaces between tree limbs
nature’s own stained glass
4/11—Holy Saturday
A left-over moon
in a bright morning sky winks
into my seeking eye.
4/15
A pirouetting squirrel
hands clasped in prayer
dances just for me.
4/16
Snow weights daffodil
brows making everything
wait, whitely, for spring.
4/19
weeping cherry buds
petals push snow into sun
popcorn opening
4/21
A bright sun rises.
But dark clouds come from the west
and eat it up.
4/23
Day light empty sky.
Without bird chirp a world is
only photograph.
4/24
Late April clouds come
make a snowfield of the sky
tucked in tulip buds—red!
4/28
where mist meets sunlight
rising a world turns crystal
everything comes clear
4/29
Persistent bird chirp,
serious sunlight, flowers—
a world May-ready.
4/30
April ends the way
it began. Gray wind blowing
all the way to May.