April “Haiku”

with full Sakurai

my fresh carbon footprints

on a sparkle diamond dew!

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the heavenly scent

freshly cut grass

invigorates nascent dawn

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air traffic control

stacks the birds high

a sunflower breakfast

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the pressure of leaves

waiting for birth

an incoming tide of green

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tiny blue flowers

assemble on mass

one radiant carpet together

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the orchard rejoices

the pendant spring

with its garlands of blossom

Spring “Haiku”

all the birds are flirting

some eyelash coy

others strutting Travolta

they celebrate sixteen

degrees of mercury

at last some warmth

the bursting roses

press out the forge

searching for stars

spring decorates cherries

with pinkest Sakurai

blooming in moonlight

tight hot-pants cyclists

give greetings

to garden gate smoker

he who peers far

into the fields

ever, as pensive as time

warm wine on tongue

sips only the sap

in the spring-ness

water in a font

now starts to bubble

joy sparkles in eye

stretching wings

in the sunshine

the yawns disappear

earth again fecund

irrepressible in becoming

what a bouquet!!

oh so welcome back

my beloved friend

the bounce of spring

footsteps now glide

across the stage

there to glisten

the world again

all sur-les-points

tiptoes forward

back to life

a subtle hint of pink

a yellow daffodil wink

buds are pressing out

 

the promise of a surge

that flourish, that urge

the springs elastic return

 

a promise and an oath

fulfilled again

 

the bulbs light up the bed

brighter than any electric led

 

the tide hibernal ebbs away

and a first flow of new begins

smell it fresh in the air

 

soon the green canvas

will be spattered with colour

no more monochrome

 

the wagtails are strutting

all Saturday Night Fever

and Staying Alive

 

the wood pigeons coo

sweet nothings into

their loved-up ears

 

next the thirsty swallows

will dive bomb the pond

to quench on the wing

 

Mr Electric Blue

the virulent kingfisher

already whizzing around

 

coming back to life

with a stretch

and a yawn

Nearly Spring “Haiku”

virulent yellow

daffodils headbanging

to heavy metal winds

 

three ducks on the pond

back from holiday

will there be eggs?

 

yellow irises

stretch after their sleep

a sonorous yawn

 

Maggie the magnolia

dresses luxuriant

with silken buds

 

impatient roses

racing for the sun

new vibrant growth

 

Camelia, Azalea

and Rhododendron

the coming trinity

 

dotted about

the dainty daisies

end the pralaya

 

randy toads

doing breaststroke

fresh strings of pearls

Change “Haiku”

these were written on a day when the first hint, that first faint odour of spring wafted in on the breeze.

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pennies in my pocket

remember all the hands

which still rub them

 

no genie ever granted

three wishes

in the lottery of life

 

freshly ploughed fields

sound a deep brown bass

while scaring crows

 

the winter kale

stands defiant green

on a winter’s day

 

Badger’s copse shivers

the naked trees

wearing ivy necklaces

 

the holly has lustre

vibrant in the hedgerow.

a robin watches

 

three wise women

kale, ivy and holly

and one shepherd

 

soon the change

comes from the East

watery sun, even à Dieu

 

the length of shadows

turns soon a penny,

few days left now

 

duvet tight to the chin

a bear in a cave

stretches and yawns

 

he rolls over

adjusting his pillow

for the alarm sounds not

 

the salmon of wisdom

will return

to teem in the rivers

 

the springy moss

adds a jaunt to the toes

and a swagger

 

even the egg timer

whispers “hurry up”,

enough sand!!

 

and brown becomes

green and yellow

the ears of wheat listen

 

for to deeply bathe

in the salutation of the sun,

a familiar friend

 

he who has been hiking

across the southern skies

for too long

 

he the prodigal

has been sighted!!

break out a fatted calf