Though the "Best by" date

Though the "Best by" date

is well past,

and the package has a hole,

the tea still smells like apricot 

and Spring and reminds me of scones

with jam and that 

though things are not as robust as they once were,

they still have value.

For Maia

The window's closed,

but I hear birds. Maybe

they're discussing Spring.

Written 4/2/2024

It's cold in the house.
I open the windows anyway 

to smell Spring.

California Bluebirds

They say

There aren't really Bluebirds 
in California.
We have Scrub Jays, but they still mean
Spring. And I just saw one.

Written Last Week

Each Spring
I put away my sweaters.
But it's not warm yet.

---

Thankfully

that rose bush resurrects

every Spring.

---

Lupine grows in the spot

where there's no concrete.

It dies by Summer.

---
Spring by the creek--
a turkey & I 

walk the same path.

Written Today

Grayest May in decades;
yet, pinkish white blossoms on
the blackberry bush.

----

Low tide--
my feet crunch down rocks, shells,
and hermit crab bones.

----

Sign of Spring--
a bumblebee jumps into
a poppy head first.

----

This dreary May--
Sunshine in the form
of dandelions.

----

Star jasmin grows
on the outer walls
of the outhouse.

----

Solitary beach...
I see a pack of men
and turn around.

February

 

February,
but through the open window
birdsong. 

Spring-like days...

Spring-like days --
I cut hydrangeas
and think of my mother.

5/8/14

The smell of coffee
cheers me immensely on this 
dreary Spring morning.

Written a Few Months Ago

Sriracha, noodles,
and chicken broth insulate
me from Spring's cold thaw.

Two birds celebrate
Winter's thaw with song, though Spring's
new air is still cold.