natures bridges
spring
haiku’s on fog
O beautiful morn
shrouded and clouded in mist
fogged o’er secret Spring
wake up now dear Spring
shed the blanket of morning
wipe the fog away
Where, oh morn are you?
Where are your budding flowers?
Even birds whisper
haiku on spring flowers
In brush strokes
Spring flowers white, yellow
Daffodils
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Spring grows warm
Magnolia trees bloom
Not for long
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Spring flowers
Temporal beauty
One moment
3 haiku on spring
Feels sooooo good!
First warm day of Spring
Steps lightly
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Shining Bright
Birds sing in mid-flight
Spring sunshine
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Looking clearly
A glass wall separates me
from Spring outside
spring morning rain
Spring Morning Rain
The beat of the
windshield wipers begins
and holds steady
as the dark clouds
of the worlds concert hall
slowly open
to the rhythm of the rain.
Passing headlights
provide the light show
joined with
the whoosh and hum,
a tire chorus
on wet pavement.
Spring’s early morning
experimental symphony.
Haiku on seasonal transition
Dark clouds slipping
through the cold gray skies of Spring;
Winter lingers on.
haiku on spring
My ears warm to
the sweet sounds of Spring as
songbirds return.
Night Rain
Night Rain
Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.
The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.
Sunny Grove
Gravity’s Lure
…on one spring evening…
