Waiting for the bloom
Willing the rose to spring forth
In a color rush

Miniature flowers
Bring life to sparse arid land
Joy to all beings

Cherry blossoms bloom
Birds sing of spring mountain snow
In harmony flow

Blustering snowstorm
Birds cling incapable of flight
Daffodils lie down

Sitting in the snow
Meditating on whiteness
Blustering wind’s soul

Daffodil's first blooms
And the sounds of spring's delight
Air's sweet aroma

Mantel of our lives
Lift up cherished memories
reflecting friendship

Church mean in spirit
Spouting hate not love for others
What thistles you do grow

Lotus pond - nurse mind
Grown for beautiful caring
Body, mind, and spirit - ACT

Roadrunner perches
Excited by the blowing wind
Spots feast or fancy

Kachina spirit
Serenades pink clouds of Spring
Singing - desert rains

Inchworm, spring’s alpha
Lift and stretch; form omega
Lovely garden’s end

Still and statuesque
Sitting on a cloudy day
longing for a prey

Summer gardens live
in the homes of cat owners
as winter salads

Hopping into spring
The intense desert sun warms
and nights return cold

Staring in the door
A siamese cat tormentor lurks
Stop, chill the heartstrings

Bright colors flicker
I stare into the abyss
of winter sunshine

Dreaming of jazz with
ten finger picks and no thumbs
A guitarist's soul

Watch in black and white
The desert sands shift in sight
from the sky above

Safe deep in the thorns
life begins and flourishes
And flights of songs rise

I see you and pause
Walking in the sun alone
Ready to spring, gone

Closer to the sun
Snow capped mountains defy
the desire for Spring

Cast off remoteness
The winter moon rises high
in the desert sky

Alert and relaxed
The winter sun warms my wings
but road runners run

The winter warrior's
icicle sword vanished 
in the desert sun

 Snow on the desert
 Covers the first iris growth
 Surviving winter 

 
 
 The snow on blue chairs
begins to melt with the sun
Birds chirp, Buddha hears

I was lulled into believing Spring was coming and bought new chairs in time for the snow. They sit empty in the snow watching and listening to the birds and communing with a cold stone Buddha.