Homeward

Flying vee above.
Formation shifting reforms.
Geese are homeward bound.

March

As March comes to its end we have more spring days than winter. Easter is coming, full of home and promise. Today I attended an ecumenical service sponsored by St. Thomas Catholic Church which features seven pastors from seven different denominations. There is hope in the coming together. The frogs and toads are in full throat and the early blossoms bring smiles. I hope the storm and hail miss us. I hope for warm afternoons to work outside. I am reminded of two haiku from 2008.

Peepers

A riotous choir
of peepers calling to mates.
Harbingers of spring.

Violets

Little violets
Among the grass unaware.
My admiration.

Ides of March

Ides of March announced.
Spring Peepers calling boldly.
Season is turning.

Driving a country road:

Familiar hills,
Deep valleys of memory.
Personal landscapes.

Predators

From my breakfast window, March 1, 2010

Flock of Robins hunt.
Each with grassy space to prowl
Seek unwary worms.