woodlands waking up
spring appears with bits of green
tree buds in first blush
Full Worm Moon in March
robins and crows dig for treats
divots show success
trail mud sucks boots in
little white dog in knee-deep
mud season just sucks
doves share a taught wire
waiting to make ground landing
beneath bird feeders
midnight dog walk dank
rain-fog-clouds obscure viewing
April’s Full Pink Moon
snow later tonight
natures free fertilizer
husband always says
writing easier
on a cold and rainy day
who am I kidding
indoor chores today
review list for easiest
take a nap instead
solitary not
the same as feeling lonely
I am good alone
daily rituals
dog and I walk-write-chores-cook
nothing much has changed
deluge floods gutters
water flows down outside glass
nephew can fix this
it’s raining like hail
wild wind wails shards into us
today’s dog walk hurts
rabbits browse fresh buds
some muscari strain to bloom
rabbits never care
front yard rabbits tests
speeding semi on the road
I lose sight of her
as truck roars on past
she bounds over neighbors yard
it’s a miracle
scrub brush-spray soap-hose
six pink plastic flamingos
need seasonal bath
it’s been thirty days
tick not engorged but in deep
now constant headaches
protocols observed
do not want to be in here
blood test at doctors
Lyme test negative
why don’t I feel more relieved?
headaches must be stress
daffodils alone
unaware they are orphans
hugging for beauty
yellow gold splendor
feathery forsythias
welcome joyous spring
frog cacophony
hordes peep from shore and water
musical madness
forest silence hears
blowing leaves sounding like rain
leaves, rain, matters not
rain becomes snow then
hail blown sideways by cold wind
surprise! it’s April
washed windows wasted
should have waited for pollen
to drift, stick, pass on
well below freezing
perennials in peril
can’t cover them all
winter-cold last night
dog’s outdoor water bowl firm
she’ll have to lick it
compost-mulch-roses
garden supplies fill car trunk
time to get busy
still too cold to start
why rush this annual treat
wait another week
ten Rose of Sharon
planting in warm sunshine means
enjoying this day
Leslie,
I’m nonplussed. Such a plethora of clever and beautiful haiku! You have released a food water of poetry.
Pat
I love them all, but adore the difference between alone and lonely. Xxx Di
This is really beautiful Leslie