Spring Haiku- 2013
still waiting to bloom,
a late spring understanding
last year’s winter
green grass above
the silent water
of yesterday’s rain
protests outside the courthouse-
slowly the flood waters
continue a steady rise
hung from a taught pulley,
bound sacks of mortar mix
revolve in hard urban air
momma robin’s belly
cupped deep into her nest-
the world as a single eye
Cry of a Newborn-
Oh the Cruelty of April!
new grads, more art shows,
but one distantly played cello--
best that can be hoped for
Stepping off the porch,
a whiff of decay
will carry over into June
Sudden warm rain,
hard grip on a wheelbarrow--
more mud for the garden
new depth of sky
seen through the scent
of white blossoms
all these birds
in this wind
with the children
*FBT will be back up with regular posts in early June.
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