Propelled By Their Honking Cries

Rhododendron drops

Slightly weigh the green leaves down--

Yesterday's rainfall.

World's taking a breath

Silence inside and outside--

Spring tender break time.

Rain drops in the blooms

Taking up occupancy

In front of my house.

Hawk soaring above

Seems like he's out for pleasure

(Like eating some mice.).

Green buds have captured

Drops of life giving water

In their open mouth.

Woodpecker selects--

Hollow old tree trunk responds:

A wooden duet.

Their long necks outstretched

Propelled by their honking cries,

Geese are coming back.

Shadows on the rocks

Seem to make the moss greener.

Fact or illusion?

Sunlight Up The Road

Forsythia's out--

Little green buds have blossomed

Into yellow clouds.

There's no birdseed left;

Still, the little bugger tries--

Hope springs eternal.

Wind chime shadows move;

Follow the lead of the chimes--

Make a shadow sound.

Olivia licks

Her majestic bovine butt

With her giant tongue.

Sunlight up the road

Rolling so swiftly towards me

Will soon touch my nose.

Forsythia bloom

Hangs like a bell in the sun

Ringing silently.

My three roadside friends

Ask for my recent haiku

And then they're in one.

Green and thriving plant

Rooted in the roadside stream

Knows its water source.

A Dark Tendermess

Breathing in the light,

New young bud opens its mouth

To let sun shine through.

New flowers have come;

From where? I really don't know;

(They really don't care.)

Shadows on the floor;

In the corner of my eye;

Move, until I look.

Nearly dry stream bed

Still has flocks of day lilies;

Spring life continues.

Soft chorus of birds

Sings with dissonant sharpness

Joined by the rooster.

New insect chorus

Raises sharp tiny voices

From places unknown.

Why do shadows meet?

They touch ephemerally--

A dark tenderness.

Blending to the road,

Dead pine cones join the dead leaves:

Last winter's refuse.

Cast Their Own Shadows

Top of bird feeder

New yellow bird is sitting:

First Spring oriole.

Shadows seem warmer;

Trees seem to move more gently--

Imagination?

Three chairs and a swing

Have sat through snow, ice and rain;

Now enjoy the sun.

Shadow on the road

Moves across and disappears:

Bird above has gone.

They're ready to burst,

These green forsythia buds.

Their time is coming.

Small dandelions

Springing up along the road

Cast their own shadows.

Leaves, shadows, water:

Pond holds substance and image;

Many dimensions.

Tall trees bear their fruit

On the very top branches;

Closest to the sun.

And the Wind Chimes Ring

Still almost freezing,

But the sun is shining bright

And the wind chimes ring.

Three small lumps of ice

Remain in front of my house:

Winter memories.

No snow in my yard;

Seems like all of a sudden,

(Or I didn't see.)

Susan emerges

Will wheelbarrow for her chores;

The cows are waiting.

This field was white

Only a day earlier--

Alchemy of Spring.

First wild chives of Spring

Spike up green by the roadside--

Flavor of April.

Harness on the tree--

Is it holding up the tree

Or just hanging there?

Wind in the forest

Announces its soft presence

With gentle rustling.

Woodpeckered dead tree

Now the host of many signs

Each with its message.