soft, rounded clouds
in a gentle repose -
softly caressed by the breeze.

Alone during migration,
     probing pond-side mud,
this unconcerned Willet.

The smell of rich compost,
and harvests yet to be,
        blown away by spring winds.

brittle with ice
    a wind chime's note
in a spring breeze

     Moonlight on paper -
her crooked arm
     follows the ink.

This budded branch
   sheathed in ice,
reflects back the world.

The top shelf of stacked rain clouds,
bathed in gold sunlight.
                     A bee heads for home.