How lovely it is
That the first iris opens
On the first of May.
The black cherry tree
Seems to vibrate with the bees
That have come to feed.
Each day something new
Has opened, adding brilliant
Color to my life.
A pink azalea
waterfall flows down the fence -
Such fleeting beauty.
Tiny robins eggs -
Victims of their rosebush home
Buckling in the wind and rain.
Bird songs are the sound
of easy grace and beauty,
All made manifest.
Planting a small tree
Is a nod to the future
And an act of hope