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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Five Days of Haiku









Plates on the table;
Birds eating in the feeder;
Sun mixes with clouds.































The winter is here;
Season is far behind it--
Languishing spring time.






















Olivia rests
Her head on Colette's behind--
True bovine friendship.























Suspended in air,
Branch waits for the right moment
To come crashing down.


























Errant shadows fall
Around the now empty house.
(Did I hear a bird?)

























Wandering tree root
Reaches out to touch the road.
So near and so far.























It's now official:
Spring time has truly arrived:
Snow drops are blooming.




















No stream flows beneath,
Still the old wood board extends:
Bridge over shadows.


















Shy lady cardinal
Peeks to see if all is safe;
Lacks courage color.
























All is blue gray
Including the birds that feed
(And my blue gray mood).


















Through the blue gray mist
Aroma of cow shit floats
Warm and welcoming.


















Silhouetted blobs
Take their place on the high branch
Before they fly off.

















Matching the beige earth
Pine cones scattered on the ground
Between the seasons.



















Rustle in the woods;
Faint flutter of birds rising
All invisible.



















Soft bend in the road
Followed by the mirror stream
That flowed beside it.














Dark cave in the rocks
Home for some forest creatures
(Or my fantasies).














Glittering on plants
A million drops of water
In the bright sunshine.














Brown on green background
Forsythia still not blooming
Against evergreen.














She sees me see her
My reflection in her eye.
Who is seeing whom?














Spray of tiny buds
Douses the bush on my lawn.
They'll burst into white.














Dog's hollow barking
From the far side of the woods
Stops, then starts again.














A group of wild geese
Suddenly cease their calling;
Where for and why for?















Bursting from the stump
New born seedling emerges--
A strange lineage.














Just for a second
Gap appears in the gray cloud--
Let the shadows fall.


















Splashes of sunlight
Fall on my kitchen table. 
Outside, small birds flash.
















Lady cardinal shows
Orange beak and gray feathers:
Pastel no pastiche.














White frost and shadows
Fall randomly on my lawn.
Chickens are clucking.















Above the bare trees
Clouds are passing swiftly.
Woodpecker rattles.














It's not yet April
And the forest is still brown;
Stream bed is still brown.














Gnarled and twisted wood--
Are they tree branches or roots?
(They've lost their bearings).















Road side pond is bare
Without a drop of water,
Waiting for spring rain.

















Against the mud shale
Sun illuminates dead leaf--
A wine colored jewel.















Framed in the window
Feeding bird doesn't notice
Her food--everything.

















Sun's pale reflection
Bounces off the bird feeder 
With no place to go.

















Twin green buds await
The arrival of warm spring
On the lilac buds.

















Animals depend
On the work of this woman--
Each morning her chores.

















The house is empty--
No visitors are present;
Steel gate lies open.



















Green in the brown woods:
Discarded cigarette pack
Emulates the Spring.















Spots of bright sunshine
Burst out in this cloudy day:
Dandelions grow!
















Bleaching in a pile
Firewood waits until next year--
Winter is over.


































































































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