Cloudy sad,
And nature’s laughter abounds,
I’m not glad,
Looking up
See the blue skies all around;
A tea cup,
Cast in weeds,
Besides a pathway worn brown;
Where it lead?

In walking,
Cloudless skies of velvet blue,
No talking,
None nearby,
Glimpse grasses of dark green hue,
Ankle high,
The deer mow,
When green is coated with dew,
Then they show.

Notes of joy
From a hang-bird and a wren,
And gossip
Of swallows
In their swirl and fluttering,
Ground squirrel
Gayly chirps,
As it prepares her new den;
The bees hum.

Moments pass,
Lost in the peace that is cast,
Till at last,
I just sigh
And return to my enclosure,
It’s nearby.

Broad face sun
Smiling upon the spring day,
Gentle breeze
Rustle leaves
And send last years on their way,
Water leaps
On cliff’s steep,
Casting up a salty spray.
Springs begun.

Gone crying,
A year has circled around,
Gone sighing,
songs flying,
Soon I’ll feel the rich of ground,
In dying.