On Easter morning
 
the plum tree in my backyard
 
flaunts fresh white blossoms.

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An April morning—
 
finches and sparrows bless me
 
with their waking songs.

 
 
 

Overcast morning—
 
ripe cherries from Mexico
 
brighten my table.

 
 
 

Second week of spring—
 
we sip our morning coffee
 
outdoors near the plum.

 
 
 

Early morning rain
 
dashes my plans for a stroll
 
through the neighborhood.

 
 
 

First morning of spring—
 
we open every window
 
to air out the house.

 
 
 

Midwinter morning—
 
my coffee tastes of mountains
 
where snow never falls.