haiku – Page 12 – Garden of Words

April 21 Haiku: English Robins, Yarrow, Arctic Air

red-breasted robin
each with his own patch of earth
tiny englishmen

yarrow’s tender fronds
rising from the grass below
survived the winter

arctic air displaced
too warm at the poles above
can we send it back?

forsythia popped
cold grey sky, fingertips chilled
when will spring get here?

oh middlebury
bastion of writerly bliss
how I covet you

when I was inside,
snug and privileged, I reveled
now it raises bile

worn by bitter tears,
the mind lifts the spirit out
making space for rest

oya
shrew. harpy. witch. dyke.
fallen woman. take the words–
reclaim their power.

aphrodite
fair aphrodite
dancing in the cooling breeze
early spring, white pine

gentle arc of trees
black against the morning sky
grateful for rush hour

morning, wide oak floor
repeat the flowing motions
tai chi makes me sweat

michigan houseguest
shows the city through new eyes
sailboats on the charles

lupine’s tiny hands
traveled through the ice and snow
did they bring flowers?

soiled old snowdrifts lurk
shrinking daily under sun
remaindered, warning