Of The Season

Above the canopy of the urban
forest a hawk wheels on the
wind, whistling to its mate. Offside,
the grind of a faroff lawn mower
reverberates on the damp, still
air punctuated by the sweet song
of a robin in praise of plentiful
hunting emerging after the all-day
rain of the day before. The forest
has been gifted this day with sun
rays glimmering through the
spring canopy to find wild
strawberry, trout lilies and trilliums
before they fade into late spring.
Above the bracken on the forest
floor, honeysuckle and dogwood,
Hawthorne and wild cherry bloom
not yet divested of their glory
by relentless time inevitably 
moving the season forward.