Trees catch falling rain –

a fleeting meeting before

a hurried parting.

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A wee bit of rain,

a rare coolness in the air,

 wilted blooms perk up.

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Even the sky weeps

to see how we humans are

treating Earth’s children.

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The morning after

the big wind, the trees softly

wave a green hello.

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Sky, not wanting to

be outdone by Earth’s spring blooms,

accessorized with pink.

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Even in the midst

of plenty, those birds find things

to squabble about.

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How pitiful can

a poor dog look when he’s told

his sticks stay outside?

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the mood of the rain,

softened by Spring’s vibrancy –

spirit’s undampened

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The pond is caressed

by wind and light as birds sing

mid-day lullabies.

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