A pair of sparrows
Shake the cherry tree as they
Bounce from branch to branch.
Deer come down the hill to graze.
Unfazed by the falling rain.
04/01/2019
Again and again
She returns triumphantly,
Her tail like a flag.
I had forgotten the squish
Of a much chewed tennis ball.
04/02/2019
As the day departs,
They come out of the trees to
Savor new spring grass.
With a tail flick they depart
The dog's cries from the window.
04/03/2019
Jewel like they gleam
And seem to float in the night
Against the black hills.
Too near for stars, the lanterns
Of houses nearby keep watch.
04/04/2019
Another grey dawn
Glowers outside the window
Like a sulky child.
After so much winter rain
I long to see the sun's face.
04/05/2019
As the day slips past
The hilltop, they emerge from
The sheltering trees.
The dog is safely inside
And the spring grasses are lush.
04/05/2019
A hot cup of tea
And a favorite blanket
Are enough welcome.
After a week at a friend's,
These little things speak of home.
04/07/2019
I dreamed a forest,
Lushly green and echoing
With the song of birds.
For now I must be content
With the crows in the maple.
04/08/2019
Despite the sunshine
Cold winds buffet the treetops,
Scattering blossoms.
Chilled, I must leave my hard bench
And go back to my duties.
04/09/2019
I can see the trees
Swaying against a chill wind
Outside my window.
Though no rain is expected,
It still feels much like winter.
04/11/2019
I didn't see them
But I heard their soft voices
Outside my window.
In the tree beside the house
I heard the calling of doves.
04/13/2019
All things that flourish
Must one day pass like a dream
Or a bell's echo.
Yes, we foolish humans mourn
And cling to memories.
04/15/2019
The empty new house
Blasts light from all its windows
Late into the night.
After three years of building
This is the latest assault.
04/16/2019
I have missed more days
Of my self-imposed challenge:
A poetic drought.
At least the road beckons me
For a weekend adventure.
04/19/2019
Today's winding road
Led through towering forests
And springtime pastures.
I was a little drunk on
A thousand layers of green.
04/21/2019
Windows thrown open
For the first time this season
I hope for a breeze.
Distant windows gleam with light
On the west-facing hillside.
04/23/2019
Juggling them like balls,
I still count on my fingers
As I write these lines.
My building blocks are just words:
They're all we have to go on.
04/24/2019
I have failed this month
To produce a daily poem
Although it is spring.
Sometimes life gets in the way
Of all our best intentions.
04/30/2019
Copyright 2019, Lisa A. Joseph, all photos by Lisa A. Joseph.