Haikus! continued…

THIRTEEN
Now the maple leafs
Recovered from days of gales
Blowing red buds off

FOURTEEN
Rain in a dry spell
Remembering the low ponds
Is worth a gray day

FIFTEEN
If I had a cat
I would give him hearth and milk
And I have. I do.

SIXTEEN
Poetry can say
Without saying, or saying
Elsewise than you thought

SEVENTEEN
Deer ate red tulips.
Do they taste like strawberries?
Yellow ones remain

EIGHTEEN
Feathery greening
Slowly, across wide landscapes
Full Spring takes its time

NINETEEN
I saw you, star points
Before day’s dawn obscured you
Grounding me from space

TWENTY
Brief declarations
Can reveal something hiding
Perhaps under words

TWENTY-ONE
Olive trees, grey-green
Rich olives, black, green, spotted
–Most prized olive oil

TWENTY-TWO

Azaleas blossomed

Wildly purple, airy, light

Calling Winter old

 

TWENTY-THREE

In these new Spring winds

I wax poetic and melt

All over the ground

 

TWENTY-FOUR

Best sight this morning:

Bumblebees in flow’ring tree

As if flow’rs weren’t best

 

TWENTY-FIVE

Last Fall’s dry oak leaves

Suddenly sweep up in gusts

Making Spring whirlwinds

 

TWENTY-SIX

Flower, vine, and bush

Softly sound in rain and breeze

Green chimes of summer