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Mid September Haiku

sunlight bright and clear
cool air wafts in from the woods
from the rustling green

the wind in the trees
rewards me for walking with
one turkey feather

breeze cooling my sweat
the smell of honeysuckle
the long, slow evening

in the breathless woods
I hear the treetops rustling
and I am at peace

heavy air breathing
through the trees and their rustling–
sun standing still
Photo credit: Susanne Nilsson via Flickr, CC 2.0

waking and trembling
trying to write anyway
nothing is easy

how you can force blooms
from forsythia’s bare stems
in your heated home

incredible strength
and vulnerability
in the tulip bulbs

The robins don’t care if there’s snow on the ground, they sing their mating song.

white-washed lace-work world
a proper Boston springtime
with snow on tulips