frosted grass
the new calves
butt heads

first day of spring
the murmuring pulse
of raven wings

Coin in the mud
sinking deeper —
heads and tails

window warmth
flies that came in yesterday
want out

softly raining
this planet has so many
mouths, so many teeth

skies softening
the pond ice
breaks from shore

spring flood
the ache
of old loves

barn swallows . . .
Pop leaves the door
open a crack

rope marks
on the mustang's neck
spring wind

after the rain
smell
of childhood