White apple blossoms carpet the trees roots like snow.
Lilacs punch the day.
Reclining at the base of a birch tree, in  an birch grove, at sunset, on a small island.
Dandelions fringe a thousand yellow tulips.

New leaves as verdant canopy, finally.
Lilac Days, temporarily.
Clean crisp wind skims the surface of sunny things.
Branches sway with the heavy sweetness and annual perfection of Early Japanese Summer ( 06 May - 05 Jun).
Rose villages everywhere gear up for next months' show.

Tender, tiny green leaves in furled form run along the thorny stalks of the rose bush village.
Strong sunlight and and bottomless blue sky own the day above.
The high dirty hill hiding an icy frozen core guards the horizon.

Wind blows from right to left.
Small waves on the river move from left to right.
Grey herons fly north,(right to left) close to the surface of the water.
Fuzzy feather grass bobs in the wind.
A brown marmot forages in the long grass.
Chickadees bop about.
Moon waxes.
Venus rises.

Baby grey mouse wounded and shivering on the path, tail erect like radar
The crescent moon and Venus rise in concert in the western sky an hour after the sun wanes.
Later,
in tandem,
they set.

Two grey squirrels chase each other along a weathered wooden fence with capricious speed.
A cold wind bellows the overcast day.
Afternoon sun showers drop a shower curtain of sparkling light in the air.
Night descends and Venus ascends, shining with sharp focus.
The first daffodils of spring shiver in the shadows.

Snowflakes swirl lightly, following any axis of their choosing.
Ma Tulsi struggles for her existence.
The pale day slips into dark night.
Cat curls inside of slumber.

Deep sky blue, Shiva swallows
Pine grove as repository
Pine needle & memory co-mingle
Night as dark truth
Sap reeks like an underarm

A dusty purple wall of English lavender perhaps.
The deep current of the river moving, wide and silent.
White sand underfoot.
Spiders in their webs, strategically

Purple & yellow Crocuses poking through the wet soil.
The spring sun shines for a while, then disappears behind a veil of clouds.
Grey squirrels hop about in seasonal labour.