Haiku by William James Johnson

Spring runoff recedes,
showing polished stones of grey,
pieces of time past.

Hardy crocus blooms,
early proof spring is now here.
All dark soil makes way.

The air is warmer.
Spring puddles are soon dried up.
New, all new is now.

A brief storm moves out.
The sun paints a hopeful sky.
Magic time returns.

Sprinkled rays of sun,
cascading through shadowy limbs,
join heaven and earth.

Searching for a mate
Mallards are always faithful.
Nature is the truth.

Valley shadows move
up the sunlit slopes above.
Evening is nigh.

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Enjoy...by William James Johnson (alias Noozoon) www.noozoon.com