agile paws lightly
        pad across shadowed snow,
through lines of golden light

         Among the cold pines --
woodpecker drum rolls begin
the dawn chorus.

Newborn palette:
     Innocent greens
     grace a meandering canyon.

haystacks of snow
      leaking and cinder-speckled,
dot the spring landscape.

While we may mourn,
     Death is walking toward the moon,
           having a lovely chat.

Hyacinth in the vase -
sweet scent of spring:
scraping mud from my boots. 

Tea steam, curling;
snow swirls off the Peaks
in pristine morning light.