That lugubrious
Groundhog can run like the wind
When a fox comes near
Birds sing up a storm,
As they wait for the feeder
To be replenished.
Old, white azalea,
How long have you been living
Hidden by the trees?
Crazy-ass robin‘s
Built a nest in the rose bush
right next to my chair!
No fox babies yet.
I wonder if momma’s found
A more private den.
Yay! Golden ragwort
Is beating back the ivy
And feeding the bees!
Cats watch from the door
As birds do mating dances
In the evening light
The ferns unfurl like
Dragons waking slowly from
A long winter’s sleep.
Old-fashioned lilac
lends sweet and stunning fragrance
To the morning’s breeze.
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I’ve allowed myself
To feel hopeful about spring.
At least that’s something….?
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I hear it nearby,
The red-bellied woodpecker,
Calling for a mate
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Redbud compliments
The dogwood as the two trees
Blossom side by side
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These lovely blossoms
Wreak havoc on garden’s edge -
Lesser calendine!
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The birds sing loud to
Drown out the sound of chainsaws
Cutting down their trees.
A garden of flags
Greets me at the old courthouse.
Jury duty calls.
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My haiku output
Slows down to a small trickle
When the garden calls.
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This is the hard part -
Knowing the rain is needed,
But longing for sun.
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Spring’s successive pinks -
Magnolia, cherry, and
redbud take their turn.
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Virginia bluebells,
those lovely ladies, emerge
just to make me smile.
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Happy to enjoy
The dandelions even
As I dig them out
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Moving plants before
They bloom is much like painting
Landscapes in the dark
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