Pecan trees last to leaf outIn the spring, break bud, Spread thin twiggy branchesToward the bluing sky.One day those mighty limbs Will form arches over shaded lanes.

White heron stalkingthe water's edgeLooking for breakfastAs rain replaces fog.

Fistful of wildflowersGathered on a bright airy dayI will keep you as many daysAs I can in vases on the breakfast tableAnd on my windowsill.You paint the pasture and roadsides.You paint my heart colors of happiness.