violets are blooming and robins are back

raise your head

slowly if you want

unshade winter eyes

and look to see that

colour has made a comeback

erupting from dormant earth

blades grow green

maple buds burst

rust red

sunwarm sky

friendly pale blue

feathered breast returned

orange red

small delicate petals

pink and deeper purple

bare sticks in distance

glow pale green

and see…

April becomes May

Trump Haiku #13

not good at kindness

or any other virtue

he’s great at vices

five tulips

yellow and green

curved harmony

in square vase

1.

closest to me

leaf folded in on

itself                      edge

of one petal

slowly                   peeling                                 away

2.

twisted yellow                  f r a y i n g            at the tip   perfectly horizontal

3.

stem dips

low then points up

bulb of brightness           reaching achingly

tired cells knowing

these are the last hours

of beauty

4.

turned away from me

ashamed             aware                   aggrieved

one

sunny

leaf

separated

about to flutter down

5.

leaning

crossed on top

smallest

closed off

unwilling to breathe in

to know the air

                reclining               resting

on fading

                perfection

                                 below

Roger and the geese

drizzle dampens path

down

to

Princess Point

and the shore of

lazy lagoon water from great lake Ontario

where swans and geese as large as you

with your little rubber boots splashing in shallows

swim smoothly up

and you back up

spellbound

for this is nature

this is real

this is true

this is age old

this is stick throwing splash

this is snail shell shore

this is giant driftwood log

until we get back into

car seat Mazda 3

you crying to see the geese again

bald eagle

there     see it

lighting on crusted snow

near ditch

not a crow

not a hawk

white head

hooked bill

we zip by

in spring splattered cars

and watch for three seconds

this powerful wild

that soars on updrafts

unchanging through world upheaval

here in this prairie spring