Three Miniatures

by Robin Fulton Macpherson

A LATE SPRING

Four degrees plus, feels like zero.
Hard buds decide to wait, stay hard.
Softer bits of life are stopped short.

WAVES

Their long journey is masterful. Why
does it end in such uncertainty,
hesitating along harbour walls?

AFTER EARTH

What´ll I miss most after earth
after those multitudinous
aged experienced Scots pines?