Puddles stipple-drilled, dandelions closed,
cherry bush waving their frail pink-white blooms,
that satisfying softness under foot,
aural breeze on ears, mallards swim in pond,
full planting moon rising over east hills
as pond peppers sing mezzo-soprano
until the first warming rays of sunlight
bathe hill and valley, stream and running rill
while chickadees chirp and woodpeckers drum
intense tattoo in cerulean blue.
And what about that evening rainbow
that arcs across gray sky in gentle mist?
Then I wiggle my toes in blissful joy,
walking with renewed cordiality!