Morning musicSong of muskmelonTrumpet sweet as Honeysuckle along a Texas fenceBuzzing alive with beesHumming with hummingbirdsSoft satin skirt ofTime-sensitive silkLilting in fluted grace at noonClamped tightly closed by evening

Ice skaters swirl and twirl,Glide and slide to the music'sBeat and rhythm. Sparkle —Spin in spangled costumesOn thin gray-white ice — DreamApplause... Take a bow.

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.