'Spring is Sprung, the Grass is Riz*'
Spring Haikus, 2024
Here is something to go with the Winter Haikus I wrote in December. When I write these (and I am not at all a writer of poetry), I love the imposed order that makes me search for words and feelings within a defined framework. It feels like although each haiku stands alone, but together they are like a longer poem with several stanzas. As seasons go, I love summer most – looking forward to walking around, taking in the sights, sounds and smells to see what haikus I can come up with then. Thank you for reading.
*Title taken from poem often attributed to Ogden Nash or ee cummings, but its origins seem to be under much discussion and debate, and different versions appear across cultures and time. My grandfather was fond of, “Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where my hound dog is.” I did not come across that particular version in my research, probably just Papaw adlibbing.
SPRING HAIKUS Water wakes the earth, Green blisters swell and burst, Showering sweetness. Spring’s buds see heaven Reaching upward toward the sky Summer must be won. Clever bunny’s nest Hungry kitty sneaks up close Robbing babies’ rest. Eggs hidden not well, Children laugh and search to find - None are left behind. Frozen glitter winks Over purple-tinted fields Winter’s last hurrah.
Moving your phlox reminded me a dazzling gardener friend who was constantly moving plants and shrubs in her garden as if rearranging things on her desk. It worked for her. We've done that only in one major way: moved a pyramidal evergreen three times in the hopes it would flourish and after the third move it took off (and attracted more deer, but that's a different story).
These are a wonderful series! Thank you for sharing them with us.