Winking at Itself

 What's in my window?
Delicate flowers blooming,
Welcoming Spring.

 Snow still covers lawn.
Will it stay there forever?
Until the summer?

Spring is in the air;
Even the crows sound happy;
The cows keep eating.

 

On the branches' tips
Some small tight buds are swelling;
In the sky geese call.

 

Tree covers the road!
Why, it's only a shadow
Winking at itself.

A friend stops to chat;
Then I forget my haiku--
Transit gloria.

 

 Large moving shadow
Floats swiftly across the road:
Disappearing bird.

Wild geese like ghosts,
Leaving just their plaintive cries
In the dappled sky.