this side of the glass
has me trapped like a sad pup
just begging entry

this side of the glass
has me trapped like a sad pup
just begging entry

the blooms of today
will disappear tomorrow
and it hurts. it hurts.


all i want today
is to watch the sunlight shift
on these reborn blooms


the blue-sky morning
can't capture a year of loss
(oh Lord, that sweet scent)

yet afternoon light
so perfectly shines rosy
(ends this hell-frost year)

you will never know
how perfectly blossoms bloom
after a cold spring

the tulips have bloomed
as bright as a sunny day
ending spring’s late start



at last, spring has sprung
which means it’s creek-dipping time
for my fluffy pup

a new moon rising
bringing blossoms to springtime
blooms: the cat's meow


sometimes numbers lie
(yet, if you want to trade spots...
you might understand)
a birthday ski day
followed by badminton, cake
and these perfect blooms




queen of Saturday
loves to watch us do yard work
from her bed blue throne
