This still needs some tweaking.
the sky today blue and opalescent
the low hills of the catskills blending to
lavender tucks and pleats above the brown
fading to one: the sky and clouds and earth
These mornings when the spring’s unsettled still,
cold nights and balmy afternoons then gone
I hear the birds begin to sing at dawn
just as the sun hops over the near hills
The front yard lays heavy, each blade a drop
the empty birch twigs dripping water down
last night my little flashlight caught the world
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold
The birds still just, as when I stopped last night
afraid my feet would scatter all the gems.