spring haiku 13

April showers turn

into May sprouting pages

volumizing hope

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south of here blooming

eruptions in pastel hues

same cardinal song

aftermath

run the numbers

temblor

dusk

quake

seismic

skin

aftershocks

in my blood

her

spring-ish haiku-ish 1

Wednesday

sun rays

her voice

which

warmer

easy

answer

spring haiku 11

carnival of buds

grape hyacinths, daffodils

robin eating worm

imagine this, or that

While driving today, I listened to "Imagine" on the John Lennon "Wonsaponatime" LP. It's a secular hymn, an ode. When I was young, I thought the lyrics were simplistic, almost trivial. Now that I am oldish, I seem to embrace the lyrics ever more. It's haunting. A lament. I wanted to pull over and weep. Why? for me? Or the planet. But I didn't. My eyes welled up, but I lumbered onward into the brilliant and lustrous day.

Yesterday, I noticed on a sidewalk the graffito "FAS." Was the writer so hurried that he or she could not complete "FAST"? Or tragically halted? Graffitus interruptus. Or was it the tag of Flemington Angus Smithson, WASP scion?

Imagine that.

spring haiku 10

murmuring bud stream

harboring May's bright blossoms

robin song solo

 

spring haiku 9

squinchy arias

rainbow Mallarme finches

fracturing syntax

spring haiku 8

blanching tidal waves

named noonward April sunlight

blanket early green

 

one sentence

Bearing grief and hope, he silently placed fragrant flowers upon the earth scorched no more, at least to the naked eye, Hiroshimaed by memory and loss.

living color

Shards of robin's eggshell on the sidewalk brick. That robin's egg blue, so called: a teal of bright sky with speckles sleeping. No remains of the egg. An incomplete mosaic. Shrapnel of life, as well as death. On Plum Street. By Solar. Remnants of rain. Beads on windshield. Hint of the hint of sun behind dusky cumulus. The suggestion of buds on branches. This day.

spring haiku 7

wind-slanted rain shards 

sailing across center field

batter up, Printemps!

spring haiku 6

green-staining blanket

whispering over winter

this grass lawn birthing

spring haiku 5

snow-swept crocuses

piercing through winter's dreamscape

emerald alarms

spring haiku 4

snow-speckled vines splayed

on a wall otherwise bare

mapping desire's loss