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.

Winter Aconite - haibun

 

frilly yellow blooms

appears through earth too early

Winter Aconite

This winter, as have the past five, has been such a mix of rain and snow with May temperatures. Geese and Robins have returned searching for food. Protective snow cover left the garden two weeks past under bright sunshine and 50F temperatures. If it isn’t replaced with 20, 30 inches of snow in the next week our gardens will burn. The earth will be parched and drought will be forecast for months. Farmers will suffer most of all. The same farmers who provide us with fruits and vegetables that sustain us. Yes kids, climate change is real. I feel for the next generations as Earth won’t heal in 30 years, nor 50. May the Heavens help us.

fog - haiku

sitting in darkness

I watch while street lamps glow fades,

surrounded with fog

one less dove

 

Early morning when I hear an odd noise

resounding from the garden.

Peering out a window it was evident

all creatures had disappeared, except one.

One lone dove huddled against a pergola beam,

its head turned my way with startled eyes.

Scanning the garden my eyes locked

on a hawk sitting atop the fence,

grasped in its talons a dove, the partner.

Hawk-eyes met mine as it spread its wings

and flew away with its meal swinging.

For three hours its partner sat and stared

at me through the window pleading help.

What could I do but give my condolences

and wash blood off the house wall.