Spring Haiku- 2017

first week of march,
a screen door bangs in the wind
with no one home

at dawn I can hear
the lone owl in the cedar
holding to a question

computer crash,
looking up and sunlight
takes me elsewhere

april thunder
breath of a heart leaving
the cold behind

first warm air, a dream
out of which or on into
no one knows

peeper frogs trill the only age they know

of a clear blue sky
about a tulip

faint nap-
a silent breeze sifts
through cherry blossoms

everything in bloom
i look for the same in all
my other thoughts

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