Topography

Dripping dew leaks into spring
Wonder’s what the evening brings
Calming frost, a softened bite
Sending what the sunset writes

I brush my fingertips

Mountains thaw while rivers gleam
Wonder what’s beneath what’s seen
Crescent moon, a half lit face
Stretches, bends, and starts the race

Gazing into green
Feeling what is seen
Spring
Green
Think I’d like to know you
Brush my fingertips

Flowing water breaks the ice
Seeking sunshine, kind, and nice
Summer shivers, Winter sheds
Spring wakes up and tends its bed

I brush my fingertips

Thawing fields salute the sun
Remembering what’s done’s been done
Wading feet walk onto land
Winter holding Spring’s warm hand