in the quiet
of late spring night
hearing the songs
of a thousand stars
egret wings
riding the sunset
those iridescent spaces
flowing through
the edges of my heart
taking in a bit of spring blackbirds in the cherry blossoms
among the cobwebs
that lie in the hayloft
a few rays of sun
flowing through your hair
and to my lips that spring day
spring mist
a lone lily pad
where are you frog…
rain clouds disappearing
into an endless blue sky