Haiku: Crow’s black wing fractures
Monday, April 5th, 1999Crow’s black wing fractures
violently blue, clear sky;
winter flees the scene.
Crow’s black wing fractures
violently blue, clear sky;
winter flees the scene.
Acrobatic squirrel
relishies thickening buds
from fruitful maple.
Man in the fur hat
walks in the warm spring air like
shocked and stunned groundhog.
The morning’s caress
by the sweet spring scented air;
no softer than yours.
Wind and tide compel
the muddy Schukyll river
to flow back up stream.
Cloud filtered sunlight
penetrates the thick water
animating the waves.
Angry and restless,
the river slaps the concrete:
fighting its restraints.
Bradford pear provides
a perch for puffed up blue jay
surrounded by buds.
Steady caresses
as rain’s many hands slip down
between root and soil.
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This poem was an attempt to make a sexual, sexy haiku.
Equinox twilight.
Folks blossom on porches and
balconies with joy.
Antidepressant:
Won-ton soup in Ritt’nhouse Square
watching snowmen melt.
Pussy willow bunch
carried home along with a
forsythia bunch.
Sparrow celebrates:
shrieks praise of last snow blanket
and budding maples.