SPRING ROLLS

prodigal spring
returns in glory.
rain cleansing --

spurting growth
along their tentacles,
brambles are marching on.

No longer Christmas
but spruce tree
still adorned.

yesterseason's echinacea
extolls stolid impression,
of past glory --

farm truck,
speaks of an other time,
an other America.

rusty metal,
decaying wood.
new growth --

rusty hieroglyphs
scar Detroit's creation,
slipping into irrelevance--

Survivor of
horrrid winter
worshipping Gods of Spring

bramble wearing
a necklace of rain drops,
until a bird perches --

unfolding
their golden attire,
daffodils exult --

Dancing in the wind,
Queens of the garden.
Winter moving to Australia.

Crocuses,
garden criers,
confirm the advent of a new season.