It Must Be Spring..

Families of birds

are packing up and leaving.

A new community

is moving in

and will set up housekeeping

in the woods and fields.

I wonder if they chat

with each other in passing.

How was your trip

and did it take long?

Are you going

to miss your old stomping grounds?

There's some prime real estate

around here.

Keep in mind, we'll be back.

Take care of the neighborhood

and don't bring it down.

Petals unfold in commas
like the pages of my new book,
delicious with hidden messages
and round words.
Anticipation is high,
and there is surprise
with every turn.


I swear
that the picture of my Grandmother
hanging in the hall,
shines a little brighter.
I think I see the blush
of rose in her cheeks.
Spring was always
her favorite chapter.


best to all, e.