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| Robin in winter, Wikimedia Commons |
frigid april morning
red breasted robin huddles
saving songs for spring
busy shovels throw
piles of wet slushy snow
no bird songs today
Hey Mr. Redbreast
ignore this swirling gray whiteness
sing your song of spring
welcome mr. robin
glad you brought your own sunshine
to this cloudy day
Three April blizzards
long to listen to bird songs
not clanking shovels
Mr. Weatherman
we should be planting flowers
not shoveling snow
One more blizzard then
we shut the door on winter
and welcome bird's song
Bird choir ignores
howling April blizzard to
sing spring opera.
Bird choir ignores
howling April blizzard to
sing spring opera.
April showers bring
May flowers, April blizzards
bring grumpy poets
3 comments:
Carol, I think when she said "there's always haiku" she meant one! You told the whole story of today, and then this evening, cold, but the moon is out! (I had a late meeting). I love each part, that "shovels clanking". I am tired of cleaning off my car! And the picture you found is just right. Sweet dreams of warmth!
So creative, Carol! Your last one made me smile.
Exactly, Linda!! ONE haiku is taking a break, not NINE!!
(But I love your story!!)
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