Friday, March 08, 2024

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.



Sunday, March 03, 2024

fog - haiku


sitting in darkness

I watch while street lamps glow fades,

surrounded with fog


Friday, March 01, 2024

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.



Saturday, February 17, 2024

Feeding protocol

 

There is a feeding protocol in the squirrel world. In the deep of winter there were eight to ten of the furry ground rats dropping by. To prevent squabbling amongst them I spread seeds in and around the main feeder. Voila! Fighting ceased as they each enjoyed their own pile of feed taking their time even though there was a line up. Finally, there was peace in the garden.




Friday, February 16, 2024

breath -haiku

 

morning sun rises

sparkling over the marshland,

my frosty breath smiles