the day opens and it seems to let many dandelions loose in my yard, they scurry along, charging in all directions, their brightness brings a handful of memories back as i reflect back on some youthful summers.   2

the wet lane did not reflect any of the aching as the last remaining leaves lay wet just under the trees, all the benches were empty but somewhere enjoying a walk was a lone observer huddled under an umbrella. 3

winter has concealed so much, not out of jealousy but necessity, and then the glacial body was subdued, and all of spring revealed its smile.   2

i see those tall, full trees, each constructed in their  fabric of green, studded with blooms in the early time of spring 1

should i shout out loud my intentions,   when i dive into you,   should i become like you,   sharing your breath as each of your waves wash over me 3