Backyard Haiku Week 13

The ferns unfurl like

Dragons waking slowly from

A long winter’s sleep.

Old-fashioned lilac

lends sweet and stunning fragrance

To the morning’s breeze.

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I’ve allowed myself

To feel hopeful about spring.

At least that’s something….?

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I hear it nearby,

The red-bellied woodpecker,

Calling for a mate

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Redbud compliments

The dogwood as the two trees

Blossom side by side
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These lovely blossoms

Wreak havoc on garden’s edge -

Lesser calendine!

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The birds sing loud to

Drown out the sound of chainsaws

Cutting down their trees.

Backyard Haiku Week 12

A garden of flags

Greets me at the old courthouse.

Jury duty calls.

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My haiku output

Slows down to a small trickle

When the garden calls.

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This is the hard part -

Knowing the rain is needed,

But longing for sun.

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Spring’s successive pinks -

Magnolia, cherry, and

redbud take their turn.

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Virginia bluebells,

those lovely ladies, emerge

just to make me smile.

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Happy to enjoy

The dandelions even

As I dig them out

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Moving plants before

They bloom is much like painting

Landscapes in the dark

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Backyard Haiku Week #11

Home! And the cherry

Greets our arrival with a

Splash of early pink.

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Old ladies, beware!

Early days in the garden -

Do NOT overdo!

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Exuberant weeds

Shooting up in the garden

As if they belong

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As temperatures rise

And spring arrives, the crushing

Tariffs dampen hope.

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Thunder shakes the house

Wind and hail rattle windows.

Power’s out again.

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I’m seventy-three-

Never thought I’d march again,

But that’s where we are.

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Spring, like a painter,

Brushes the landscape greener,

Lusher by the hour.