emerging from leaves
at the edge of a spring pond–
ancient tennis ball
emerging from leaves
at the edge of a spring pond–
ancient tennis ball
the scent of lemons —
how long have I believed in
this tree that won’t fruit?
… or almost every day, anyway. I forgot that yesterday was the start of April, and in the flurry of warm weather and family visits, did not find a haiku moment. But as often happens at this time of year, I’ve was reminded and inspired by my friend and colleague, the poet and writer Liz Garton Scanlon. She’s been sharing her haiku daily during National Poetry Month for ten years now; be inspired too, by visiting her blog.
Here’s the haiku I found today …
watching snow cover
the garden, the grass, the road–
plants in a window