Haiku- Spring 2019
snow melt leaking
through a wall of cobble stone-
the muse finds a way
umbrellas tracing
the downsloped heads
of those in the rain
the dog learns it all,
those scents down in the mud
of the drainage ditch
notre dame burning,
a century's worth of stories
told in a few hours
before the blossoms
a woodpecker resounds
sunshine
worn tired of culture-
tulip blossoms closed beneath
bright, bittering stars
pairing off-
tree pollen whirling
with the sawdust
spring air hung with sweetness,
the sound of my foot steps
sound much too loud
lithe cherry blossoms
beneath craggy old oaks-
between fly songbirds
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