A swan struggles against the current of the Thames

An old man falls

Backward in the rain

The gray sky drips

An onslaught of April

Beneath the arches of a stone bridge

Spring teases me.

Bergamot aroma

Half-eaten cake

The warm splash

Of spilt tea.

The river goes by so fast

I cannot help

But stop and watch

It makes waves against the embankment.

Old age comes to view it

Spring

With plump and wrinkled flesh

Smile against the water.

Winter sobs into the grass

Hanging softly off the willow

That stands

Young green against the gray

Boats and shrubbery

Are still

As the air waits.