Haiku- Spring 2024

vernal equinox,

for now it'll just have to be

some fragrant green tea

forgettable March,

footprints over the playground

go on and about

monday morning-

the priest's turn to fall asleep

sitting in sunshine

some morning bird songs

and rain on the umbrella

dancing with silence

a softly found breeze

slipping fronds of the willow

through the month of May