spring haiku 13

April showers turn

into May sprouting pages

volumizing hope

spring haiku 12

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