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Saturday, March 08, 2014

Seven Haiku--One Tanka



 



Yesterday was Spring;
Today is back to winter;
Tomorrow summer?




 



Forsythia waits,
Brambles tumbling to the sky;
Its time will come soon.





 
 



The gray pregnant sky
Hangs over the crow's cawing
Across the white field.




The naked birch tree,
Cut, trimmed, without any buds
Still reaches upward.






Mabel in the road
Visiting her absent friend;
A taste of freedom.
    She clearly is smelling Spring,
    And so, I might say, am I.



 


Melting's in the air;
Even snow fields are flaccid.
Spring is on the way.







Break of bright sunlight
And all the crows fall silent--
Brief benediction.





Hiding in a bush,
Small bird flitters for its food:
Hippety hoppety hop.







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