Housefly

first housefly of spring

squeezing its way through a hole

in the kitchen screen

Wind

Last high wind of March

chases a red dragon kite

past the county line.

Windy day in spring—

a crumpled candy wrapper

skitters down the walk.

first weekend of spring—

pouring milk into a bowl

for the feral cats

first weekend of spring—

wind whipping sheets on the line

into a frenzy

a faded flower

unceremoniously

tossed in the dumpster

Near the garden gate

a snail making its way home

stops to rest awhile.

Sunday morning blues—

a cup of bitter cocoa

as the spirit moves

first spring afternoon—

two old men in brown felt hats

playing chess outdoors

The first day of spring

my neighbor across the fence

plants more red sweet peas.