February Spring;
Snow lies across my front lawn.
(Temperature lies too).
Snow lies across my front lawn.
(Temperature lies too).
Shadows on bare ground;
Soft swaying of the pine trees;
Where the hell am I?
Where the hell am I?
Brown leaves and green pine--
Detritus from past snow storms,
Piled near the road.
Detritus from past snow storms,
Piled near the road.
Meeting friends on road--
Special brief touching of hearts;
And then we move on.
Special brief touching of hearts;
And then we move on.
Forsythia bud
Is not fooled by the sunshine;
Still waits for the Spring.
Is not fooled by the sunshine;
Still waits for the Spring.
Mid afternoon sun,
Lazier than the morning,
Drapes the soft shadows.
Lazier than the morning,
Drapes the soft shadows.
I stop and chatter
And then forget my haiku--
Lost now forever.
And then forget my haiku--
Lost now forever.
Near the tree's top branch
A dead dry leaf still holds on--
Too strong for the winds.
A dead dry leaf still holds on--
Too strong for the winds.
Old telephone book
Wedged in the tree for six years--
Wood returns to wood.
Wedged in the tree for six years--
Wood returns to wood.
Soft welcoming mud
Has trapped some sets of foot prints.
(They're going nowhere).
Has trapped some sets of foot prints.
(They're going nowhere).
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