I'm feeling the brightness of spring,
Collecting dandelion seeds,
Counting the flowers in the grass
So green, the ivy creeping near the
Fence edge, some petals wilting
With the taste of summer—going
To sleep until the next time around.
I still haven't made a garden
But I may soon plant something that will
Appreciate the dwindling heat of
Autumn months. Until then I have things
To plan—things to observe.