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Early Summer Haiku: Bare Feet

bare feet in the grass
hot sun overhead, in May
with my sandals off

white cherry blossoms
before a broken tree —
winter’s distant artifact

sun through bare branches
first time on the wooded path
treetops blushing red

over the meadow
still short and barren, sun shines
on the wild onions

april, the snow farm
still boasts mountains ten feet high
will they ever melt?

the earth shows me how
to open up to magic
with the new-sprung grass

as the snow recedes
who will clean up all the dirt?
will the rains do it?

just one patch of ice
where the whole pond was frozen
and even that’s thin

the snow in the woods
keeps me on the sidewalk
but the birds are back

mountain of snow starts
to melt in jagged edges
and the sun’s too bright