forget-me-not

There are no forget-me-nots in the garden this year,

perhaps a sign of one who was loved beyond life

has now forgotten his love, after a wordless year.

May Day

May, tis such a succint

yet beautiful sounding word

rolling over the tongue

while we gaze upwards

in happiness of the blue skies;

while we gaze over the landscape

smothering in the greenery

as life breathes once again

on this spring May day. .

springs unfurling - haiku

winters skin begins

its shed under springs warm sun

fronds slowly unfurl

April was a difficult month with horrid cold and ice and snow.  It left me standing with face pressed upon the patio door sighing.  May has arrived, winning old mans winter prolonged battle to remain, and finally there is relief; a relief of life renewed.