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Let's try to post something each day, even if it just a haiku! I'll start, - serial haiku, but ...
Sometimes April days
Seem misplaced from other months
March, November, May
Nothing’s as hopeful
As blue sky warmth or as grim
As a sleet forecast
Still we carry on
We New Englanders do, with
A certain dry wit
Summer dreams seem more
Distant in April, even
Than February
But gardeners still
Prepare tools, seeds and deep hope
Planting time will come
Rainy night, street lights
Smear their glow in colorful
Ribbons on wet roads
No darkness, city
Lights get multiplied and spread
Most on rainy nights
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
- Ogden Nash
National Poetry Month
south of the border - dare I try?
I'd think my nation had some such;
our creative rivers ne're run dry.
Politics can mess the flow
of art's soft wafting through our hearts.
'Twixt Harper, Prentice and their foes
May beauteous art step on their toes! ;)
The last snowbank is
The size of a bed pillow
But needs laundering
bread smells sweet
just not hers
long gone now
memories so fresh
like her bread
Just googled Haiku for beginners as I had never tried one before, it certainly helped. I think others might benefit if intimidated like me.
Today it is a banner day,
The last bit of snow has gone away
Yes, the sky's full of rain, clouds heavy and grey
But today it is a banner day!
Today is April, cool and grey
But warmer a bit than yesterday
And I hear the sun is on its way
Today it is a banner day!
Puddles rule parking lots in which children play
Umbrellas clutched close for when clouds give way
In far cities baseball games are underway
Today it is a banner day!
Sunshine Saturday
So bright we all are blinking
Unexpected joy
Crocuses appear
Now the snowbanks have all left
Sudden purple joy
Three days of sunshine
Makes all things seem possible
And winter long past
The faintest tint green
Is starting to appear, on
Lawns, in weary hearts
Warm day, neighbors hang
Out wind chimes, that had been stowed
Safe from winter storms
The chimes sound softly
Singing of summer nights, and
Lemonade iced tea
Why do they call it daybreak
When dawn is not a sharp thing
But a creeping in of light
A lightening on the horizon
Subtle and silent
And sure as life?
Why do they call it daybreak
When it begins the day unbidden
And does not crash in
Like waves upon a rocky coast
To be shattered
and then reformed?
Why do they call it daybreak
When night is what is ending
And even the harshest dawn
Is a beginning, a start,
A new chapter, new possibilities
And only sleep
is broken?
Why do they call it daybreak
When no matter how dim
Or how bright the light
it is whole and unbroken
Above the cloudy skies
Or city haze?
Why do they call it daybreak
When only the birdsong breaks
the stillness of night and they
Start long before the light appears?
Maybe it should be
Night-break
Or dream-break
Or star-shutter or
Nights end?
It comes when it does
Regardless of our
Human names
And I usually sleep through it anyway!
Soft rain gently falls
A grey day's blessing, greening
The landscape anew
A slight breeze tickles
Newly unfurling leaves, bright
As a child’s giggle