Spring IS here!!!!

Spears rising, iris
troops beside my chain-link fence
bright flags unfurling


To be honest, only the crocus is blooming...and they're just two small clumps of observers, tucked under the rose bush's thorny arms. The daffodils' trumpets are just starting to blare (changing from pale green to golden)....and not just iris is invading....rising like the approaching ranks of soldiers drawing steadily nearer....are the daylilies, daffodils, tulips, surprise lillies, japanese and siberian irises too...Spring is here!

Where'd I leave my camera?!?

First Haibun

I'm awake late this morning as usual, and I open the blinds to converse with the sun. A sliding glass door keeps me in, but the sunlit view floods into my dining room like an old friend in no need of an invitation. Delighted with the company, I stand and enjoy my good fortune. My full coffee mug warms me, but my bones ache at the sight of the cold beauty in front of me. Everything is just where it was yesterday morning, but today's visitor is unlike any other.

surrounded by wood
frozen and snow-capped in line
nails in a bare deck

Haiku in my Journal

climbing trees with friends
playing king of the forest
young poison ivy

hurry up!
white clouds race across
the blue sky

the red leaf defies
the inevitable fall
clinging to life

loud and indignant
the crow protests my presence
as if I can't hear

Window open, breeze,
moonlight, cicadas humming
summer's lullaby


How many nights until the first freeze? It'll be so much quieter then. The insects' songs are a major part of my summer memories...as an adult, I'm out on the porch swing after dark, "sittin and aswingin" as an old song says. As a kid, it was the sound we fell asleep to, especially in the years before mom and dad installed air conditioning for the upstairs bedrooms where we kids slept....

Hope you get a chance to listen to them, especially when the nights are cool enough to open the windows and fall asleep listening to the night sounds of your neighborhood.

This morning

Shivery breezes
bird song warmed with coffee
July's first surprise

Sweet Song

how sweet should he sing?
what lyrics would fill his tune?
little hummingbird

Coo -- Coo

lonely song
of the waning day
mourning dove

the peering

snow glows all quiet
like the peering of a deer
in the darkish night

On My Deck

ice is all abloom
on dead chrysanthemum stalks
Winter is reborn

The View Through My Railing

snow stacked up neatly
icicles hung in a row
Winter brings order

Brandon Point Haiku

Just a simple walk
Solace among the Heather
Wind, Soul, and Seabird nigh

The fall of Winter

frozen flecks of white
on fallen color swatches
autumnal snowfall

Maidenhair Fern Dream

She presses soft cheek
Against edge of misty stream
Her ladle swollen

My first haiku

wisps of pure white
track the infinite blue
early morning sky

Storm

thunder warns the dark
lightning exposes the night
wind blows sheets of rain

Waxing and Waning

dropping down into
waning colors of sunset
waxing crescent moon

Sunday morning patio

A Nuthatch glides down
in it's own stanza and beat
my morning concert

for all of us that saw it

naturally friends
rose and yellow and purple
in a shared sunset

Summer season's inspiration

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Last year's garden blooms

like a fallen ceiling tile

from the Milky Way.

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With soft voices, trees

gesture in conversation,

cool dark underneath.

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My roses are dying,

bug-eaten, black spotted, spindly;

fragrant kiss good-bye.

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The election nears.

Hydrangea and I are

all shades of purple.

lightning strike
the approaching promise of
summer rain