Early morning frost sheets the green
bed of grass, until the warm,
sleepy sun yawns its light
through the trees, transforming
the shining, shimmering frost into
glittering gem, dew dropped blades.
And the death defying dandelion
dares to poke its 'weed wanted'
yellow head above ground.

Weather shredded bark covered
arthritic, twisted tree limbs
surge with new life as buds
explode into kaleidoscope colored
flowered spring dresses that
majestically cloak each tree.

While in the distance,
the Bonsai shape lends
an oriental flare to one
of the timeless evergreens.

Sculpted tree trunks with amputated limbs
form wooden bee hive stumps, and
gouges of wide open owl eyes.
Medieval limbed creature
with dragon shaped head and
chiseled, cold dragon eyes,
wraps itself around a tree's trunk
with tentacled tails, half submerged,
moving and slithering
under the earth, unobserved.

The Spring chorus lends its voices
to the day. Sparrows, robins,
birds of all ages, gender and color.
Feathers warmed and fluffed,
take their places on each limb,
proud to be Spring's tree ornaments, and melody.

Soloists with full throated warble sing
melodious Brahms, accented by the shrill,
staccato rhythm of the youth section,
while the woodpecker leads percussion
with a steady beat.