The red boat restsAbove the sandUpside down Beyond the lapping water's edge Waiting, waiting for Fishermen Waiting for children and paddles Waiting out the winterWhile Summer is on hold.

Sidewalk bricksBask in the afternoon sunScattered with acorns, sticks,Last autumn's fallen leaves,I can feel you, Texas,Feel your summer heatSee your piney hills,Flat plains, dusty highwaysI can feel your wide sky.

First one up from the leafy bedDaffodils raise their sunny headsLift their trumpets to their facesBlast the song to sleepy spaces"Spring is here. Wake up, All."Look closely; you will hear the call.