The wild's been waiting
for this sun, the day's begun
to blossom madly
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
(everything is now growing like gangbusters after days of rain and slumber)
The wild's been waiting
for this sun, the day's begun
to blossom madly
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
(everything is now growing like gangbusters after days of rain and slumber)
scheduled sun today,
drying up the week's long rain
comes as spring relief
On a dreary day
of drizzle, fog and grey clouds,
hunker down with books
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
temperatures flex
cool nights, rain, warm days then flip,
spring in New England
On a budding branch,
a red cardinal alights
in a sea of green
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(We were away overseas for the vacation week, and oh, how much can change so quickly -- the green is arriving here and birds are singing everywhere)
shed maple flowers
clearly show the commitment
of nature to spring
painted eggs hidden
ready for children to find,
some are chocolate
Hail, then, to the plants
which weather winter storms and
wait to be reborn
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light snow quickly melts
in the spring rains which follow
both water flowers
If every raindrop
were a run, batted by clouds,
cheers would be allowed
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rain washed out the game
and today could be the same
such is spring baseball
A voice in the din;
this is where we can begin
to hold back the tide
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
with so many gulfs
to divide us from others
work; do not just cry
Oh, little green buds,
you wake too soon – this winter
still has miles to go
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
We have snow and ice coming tomorrow but some flower buds are starting to show in the sunny corners of the yard
March morning chill sets
stage for a cool spring day as
buds begin bursting.
fog seems to float past,
shielding us from early dawn.
anticipate spring.
All bits and pieces
of trees, scattered on the lawn;
small shadows at dawn
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Wind was nasty here, too, and walking the dog before daylight has meant stepping over branches. (lots of little ones) I did some clean-up this morning and now our fire-pit wood pile is HUGE.
the lion has roared
strong winds making tall trees sway
portends coming spring
Temperature drop!
A mad swing of warmth to cold
snaps us back to March
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response on Monday morning
fifty yesterday
sixteen again overnight
March in New England