Birds

twittering from trees

a bright morning melody

a song of blue skies

Rain

the constant refrain

of soft drops on the rooftops

lulling me to sleep

Clothes

dusty old boxes

filled with swimsuits and shorts

are opened at last

Farm

the cry of a goat

and the smell of fresh baked bread

spring break at the farm

Easter

my cousins and I

hide the brightly colored eggs

in Oma's front yard

Life

The world comes back green

bringing creatures new and old

I watch life return