Green mist of new leaves
Mingles with water’s fine spray
Falling through springtime.
Good things come in threes
Trilliums fill wooded hills
With glowing petals.
Valleys flush with leaves
Life begins as it ended
Full of bright colors.
Water falls in braids
Twisting as river plunges
Into forest gorge.
Quiet blue hour
Dark clouds swirl like flock of birds
Zigzag up to space.