Writings

Haikus of Spring

                              In the night a sound

                     the full moon suddenly pierced

                                by arrow of geese


                              Gnarled trunk, twisted branch

                                  at it’s end a scrawny leaf

                               drunk birch at spring’s door


                              The once biting wind

                           completes her winter lecture

                             a mouse sniffs the air


                              Gold tongued daffodils

                           laugh at the flickering snow

                             their spring tour begins


                              Sultry March evening

                      a breeze stirs distant wind chimes

                             dog’s ears come to life


                              Drum roll from drain spout

                             Slate sky adds it’s timpani

                                    April dances in


                              Old stone elephant

                     still standing in last Fall’s leaves

                           now bathed in green moss


                              Raucous sky as geese

                               debate the geometry

                               of their formation


                              Most neglected tree

                         in garden’s farthest corner

                            shocks me with blossoms


                              Forsythia mob

                    looks to take over the hood

                              Only I object