Sunday
fresh and soft was this morning.
not to chilly (chilly for spring - brisk for autumn)
in my April Cornell I saunter the grounds
hearing morning, seeing life beyong the darkness of winter

coffee cup in one hand
daffodils in the other
water fowl at the lake
song birds in the trees

violets are here
wild strawberries
periwinkle and myrtle creep

clearest of air
pureness, sweetness of
country life

vibrant and verdent
billowing blue
damp earth beneath

infant rabbits
broken eggshells
oaks leaves the size
of squirrel's ears.