The wooden water wheel is gone
so the stream rushes down a worn slope
splashing under a board bridge.
Beneath a cedar,
yellow blooms
lean into the sunshine.
A softness in the air,
not felt in months,
makes breathing a joy.
Vases are waiting in the kitchen
to be filled with the first picking
of the season’s jonquils.
Baby green grass and
the dog running freely
resonate the sweetness of spring.