has sprouted fat icicles where it spans the spring
Category: haiku
early spring creek
icicles get wavier as they near the water
spring snow
forty blackbirds gurgle & creak in the ash tree
their calls must’ve changed
no hint of Canada now in these local geese
such a presence
the snow all around is flecked with black
dead sharp-shinned hawk
only its inner eyelids have fallen shut
the long shadows
move silently where horses once paced
fleshy leaves
ideal for the indoor desert face the snow
Hercules’-club
skinny shadows lead to thorny trunks
deep in the woods
the setting sun fingers two witch-hazels
a crowd of weed-stalks
they’ll all fall down when the snow melts
monarch caterpillar
there is no milkweed but milkweed
