Morning Stretch

The air smelled clean Refreshed and new Along the rustic path The spring air blew It came from somewhere I could not yet see Citrus floral notes From where could they be? Walking further Rounding the bend ahead A magnolia arose From its garden bed With a morning stretch Sweetest perfume spread

Trade Winds

Legend says trade winds Have secrets to share Winds trade secrets Of nautical affairs Why the tides are high When the moon is full Mysteries from the deep One day we’ll pull They tell their secrets And spread what they hear Continually gossiping All times of year The winds trade secrets When trade winds appear

Drunken Dirt

It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived

Spins with Ease

Instead of flying south Puff up your feathers In the everchanging New England weather ~ Whether a duckling Or a goose who’s old A merry heart Stays warm in the cold ~ Enduring through The harshest wintry freeze Until spring comes in As the gentlest breeze ~ Warming the metal ‘til it spins with ease