3/15/2024 – spring

The stillest breeze whispers to me of spring
E’en though the morrow will a cold rain bring

3/14/2024 – a haiku

Bright green sprouts emerge
From between yesteryear’s leaves
The old feeds the new

I stretch my senses to the farthest shore
Where songs are lifted high upon the wind
And all is bathed in sunlight without end

Yet over the horizon it remains

Despite my exhortations
The earth refused to slow
And o’er my protestations
It pulls me by the toe

From only a seed
Grows an armored behemoth
Reaching to heaven

Sunlight most garish streams through naked trees
That twist and creak and sway in lightest breeze

Wandering across the yard
Under starless, moonless skies
I see what all appears to be
Without light:
Nothing

In quiet shadows
With my head against the wall
I long for sunlight

To wander is to open up the mind
To all around and see it as if new

In the shadows
Cast by the moon
The air smells clear
Like still water
Or a brisk wind
Though little is seen
Much is heard
As a different world
Dances