june pond

water flat calm, brown
still, winter’s pure opposite—
a heron, wading

late may

on this rain-drip day
goldfinches, summer-plumed, dart
sweet song and sunbolts

may pond, 2&3

17 may

which will I remember for you—
grass-grown gravel track away
from constant surge and pass of cars
in bright sunshine; eight ducklings
tumbling in still water beneath the bank;
willow’s huge grateful shade; one tractor
loud-plowing this last possible acre
among apartments, hospital, shopping mall

*

18 may

all ducklings aground
in hidden huddled shelter;
gust-ruffled water

february garden

1.
finally the birds
invite me to their party
I bring sunflower
seeds found in bits and tatters
to scatter singing like thanks

2.
these found me wanting
green things curled beneath old leaves
still light-ly dozing

december pond

skate-thin or fist-deep ?
ice smooth and still; three bold crows
crown the five-eyed tree

The Little Things

fall browns down backyard
prairie waves goldenpurple
goodbye, hummingbird

September Dance

Gold coins strewn here, there
piles gleaming—birch and redbud
fling them, showing off

*

Crabapple shakes out
brown tresses; these red jewels
will do, firm-fastened

*

Spruce in winter green
stands cool by the fence, unswayed
by north-wind rumors

Seasons Will

Remember blossom
plum-white, redbud, cherry pink?
How we were young then?

**

Webs sag with season’s
bounty, these crickets singing
spinners leaving home

*

Sunlight slants again,
yellow leaves sifted and dropped;
thyme droops, shrivels, spent

*

Summer spread to dry:
coriander, basil, dill,
fragrant seed by seed

how we fly

run at horizon
untested by gravity
the feathers will work

 
 
Will Jane believe this was inspired by her weekly challenge? It was.

Optimism

seeds tenderly tucked
among the daffodils, fenced
new playground for cats

 

NaPoWriMo Day 17, a haiku prompted by Poetic Asides.