Reflections of Spring--the Shortest Season

Before we go from snowy to sultry, as is often the case in Utah at this time of year, I decided to comment on the short season with short poetry--the nature-based 17-syllable challenge of haiku. Some purists say people who aren't Japanese shouldn't write this delicate form of verse, but being a cheeky American, I tend not to listen to those cultural directives.

This is my "spring" collection, although in my notes and files of Stuff, I'm sure I have a few more on other topics. Most of these were written way back when I was in college...as I recall we'd just unloaded all the animals off the ark the previous week...and these little snatches of impressions reflect who I was then, remembering that sometimes in those days it was more about meeting a challenge than making sense. I still think they're kind of charming. Hope you do, too.

I tripped and fell in

the pond last night because the

stars beguiled me so.

This warm night and that

full moon remind me that spring

is for stargazing.

Shall I wrap this warm

breeze, or would you prefer to

wear it home in style?

Shadows float as trees

yawn and nod with the wind. It’s

tired out tonight.

The sad newness of

spring brings wistful smiles of hope,

the soul’s camouflage.