buttercups
in a glass paperweight . . .
the love letter

-Paula Sears

only the locals
seashells full
of winter rain

-Paula Sears

wandering
the woodland trail . . .
trill of a pine warbler

-Paula Sears

trailing nasturtiums
a hummingbird dips
into the light

-Paula Sears

rain clouds
a threadbare rabbit
left behind

-Paula Sears

her long scarf
billowing in the wind
winter starlings

-Paula Sears

late winter sun
melting the icicles . . .
fresh moss around the shed

-Paula Sears

waiting
for anyone
a field of daisies

-Paula Sears

day moon
where the loon
will rise

-Paula Sears

morning sun
a snail crawls
up the stem

-Paula Sears