Winter’s secrets fade
With Spring’s red dawn
A tree whispers its leaves awake
Others, silent forever

Winter’s secrets fade
With Spring’s red dawn
A tree whispers its leaves awake
Others, silent forever

The yellow door holds
Its secrets dear, yet beckons
To each passerby

Find them anywhere
And everywhere, little
Libraries to share

Nothing to see here
Just a pile of pipes, sitting
Alone, forgotten

Raindrops gathering
On lily pads. Water is
The nectar of life.
