Leaves unseen in the first breeze of spring
All found places on bare branches of winter trees
Not even one single leaf was left unfastened
They attached, then unfurled and grew so fast
I hardly even noticed them appear in my garden
Now every leaf instinctively follows the sun
Holding forever to branches over fresh cut grass
The leaves rustle in the cool afternoon breeze
As the spring wind plays with the chime
That hangs expectantly at a corner of our porch
Hummingbirds, bees and dragonflies are working
Adding their life music to the rustle of new leaves
While the neighbour muscles an old power mower
Over large rocks hidden in the tall grass
Scattered here and there in a neglected yard
That sound overwhelms the delicate symphony
of Spring that I have been listening to
When the breeze falls off
And the power mower stops
The wind chimes hang silent
But now I hear the song of a Robin
running across the yard
And the buzz of a black bee squeezing
Under sun warmed siding behind me
As the cat sleeps curled
