“Nothing gold can stay”
Robert Frost

opens its eyes in wonder
at the joy of another perfect sunrise.
Early birds play tag out on the lawn.
Coffee mingled scent of balsam
drifts through the screen door, reminding all
that life’s a two way street.

Early Spring,
the air is not yet warm
but the promise is there. Nature gives
her treasures as she pleases. A person
could be happy here without a dime
but full buds suggest a bounty of new leaves,
Aspens know the loneliness of gold.