SPRING taken by my son at

Cypress Swamp Nature Center









The green ones have come from the other world,

 Again the violet bows to the lily.

Again, the rose is tearing off her gown.

tipsy like the breeze up to some new foolishness.

Again, near the top of the mountain

The anenome’s sweet features appear.


The hyacinth speaks formally to the jasmine.

Peace be with you. And peace to you, lad.

Come walk with me in the meadow.

The Friend is here like water in the stream,

like a lotus on the water.


The ringdove comes asking, Where, where

where is the Friend? With one note

the nightingale indicates the rose.

Many things must be left unsaid because it is late,

but whatever conversation we have not had tonight,

we will have tomorrow.