Shining In Their Glory

Distant train whistle;
Lone bird sitting on a wire--
Morning on Elm Street.

 

Marching off to bus
Lucy husbands her backpack:
Trudging reluctance.

 

Face in the window
Doesn't even smile at me.
What is it thinking?

 

A beloved tree
Silhouetted in the sky
Preserved by its friends.
 

 

 Bush buds are swelling;
Some have burst into their leaves,
Shining their glory.

 

Two quiet neighbors:

Daffodil and fire plug--

Study in yellow.  

Spiked and smoky green
Chives sprout up near the sidewalk--
A pavement salad.