Look at the lilies
Look at the irises
Look at the roses
Let us lie down
in the scented, buzzy air.
Beyond are the trees,
the oceans, the mountains.
Let us all be one.
(c) 2019 Larry Kilham
I am starting new with spring
listening to the arriving birds sing.
The last of the snow meanders in streams
revealed by their trickles and gleams
They flow among the budding willows
but so far there are no minnows.
A busy little bird is building a nest
so I’ll move on for a place to rest.
Under the apple tree with its first bloom
that’s where I will dispel my winter gloom.
© 2019 Larry Kilham
Many winters have passed.
Now I feel another settling in.
Why so brief the colors of autumn
now covering the ground
with a lifeless brown?
Later, we feel good again
with the fresh snow and azure sky.
There are seasons
in everyone’s moods
even if we know not why.
(c) 2018 Larry Kilham