Backyard Haiku Week #9

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

Yet another storm?

The novelty’s wearing off.

Such uncertain times.

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Sunshine after rain

Brightens the yard and the day

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The young witch hazel

Has managed just one flower -

At least it’s a start!

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The first daffodils

Dance on the hillside as they

Soak up the sun

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Leaves make the compost.

Compost turns itself to dirt.

Dirt conjures beauty.

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Oh, magnolia!

Your elegant blossoms are

the heralds of spring!

Backyard Haiku Week #8

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

Oh, the sun is out

And the wind has finally stopped.

Welcome day of rest.

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Hope springs eternal,

So they say. And I, for one,

Cannot wait for spring.

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First groundhog spotted

Across the yard, still wearing

His thick winter coat

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Yesterday just one.

Today, dozens of crocus

Line the road and yard

Beneath tangled logs

At garden’s edge, the fox is

waiting to give birth

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Dull sky and good sleep

Prevented me from watching

The blood moon eclipse

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In last year’s nest are

Tiny, delicate feathers

From chicks gone and grown.

Backyard Haiku Week #7

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

The temperature

Keeps shifting warm then colder.

My mood changes, too.

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Hellebores peek out,

Wondering if it’s safe to

Call this weather spring.




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Lost friends and allies,

Crippling tariffs, data leaks…

Are we winning yet?

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Robins seem to know

That warm fronts will bring rain, and

Rain will bring them worms

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The wind and the rain -

What lessons can they teach me?

Take a breath and wait

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Our sick old ash tree

still resists a mighty wind -

Maybe I can too.

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Such woodland magic -

The lovely snow drops open

For the birthday boy