ripples - haiku

 ripples on the Pond,

yet there is no breeze this eve

frogs wake from deep sleep

First rain of Spring

 

First rain of Spring falls

on earth now warmed,

releasing worms to wiggle

their way upwards.

Buds of flowering shrubs

have begun to appear,

slowly unfurling their colour

reaching for the sun.

Robins are nesting

creating a home with grasses

dangling, held with mud

soon to hold eggs.

Crocus, Scilla, and Daffies

are blooming, spattering

the garden with their pallet

of purple, blue and yellow.

Fragrance of maple syrup

boiling in the woods

makes one deeply inhale

savouring this yearly event.

Skies are filled with Geese

returning from their southern break

Finches, Blue Jays, Black Birds,

among so many fill the feeders.

Windows are opened,

just a tad, inviting fresh air into

a home once closed, while

quilts are aired on the line.

Spring has arrived

ever welcomed from Winter

when senses and colours

are dulled, now there is life.

There is a renewal...

gathering - haiku

 

gathering of sap

has ended in empty pails,

hanging on in case

spring buzz - haiku

 

scilla opens,

gentle buzz of honey bees

thrive on its nectar

I watched

 

I watched you entering the garden,

still stately, tall and handsome.

Your long brown locks

tumbled over the brown collar

of the tweed blazer worn

with pride in family tradition.

Your eyes met mine;

did I see recognition

of a long lost love

or did you smile as you

always did in social circles.

I watched as your wife led you

along garden paths, her hands

expressing her designs

while truth be told she was

just a gardener, and I was

the creator of our Eden.