EARLY SPRING DAY

 

 At dawn,

impatient maple trees

poke their greening, curly heads

above a wispy mist,

checking the sky,

trolling for signs of spring.

 

By midday,

cottonwood trees,

wearing ragged clothing,

stand their ground in groves,

wasting time by counting crows

protesting in a pasture.

 

As evening

envelopes Earth, juicy grass relaxes,

snuggling beneath a comforter of

dandelions, crocuses, and daffodils,

while frogs croak their carols,

reminding the moon itís time to arise.