One a day, added throughout April.
Who’s that a-knocking?
Woodpecker at the chimney,
tapping: April Fools. 1/30
rainy Saturday:
practicing piano scales
in a cloud-lit room 2/30
The cherry blossoms—
they’re flying off their branches
in this spendthrift wind. 3/30
The red baseball cap
flying off the bald man’s head—
the squirrels are chuckling. 4/30
The Callery pear,
self-congratulatory,
doesn’t know it stinks. 5/30
Who will remember
the last snowfall of April,
gone by 10 a.m.? 6/30
A sprinkling of rain
from trolley stop to hilltop—
Smells like fresh laundry. 7/30
When will it happen?
When will the spiders return
with their tickly feet? 8/30
Outside my window
lionhearted daffodils
bright against the snow. 9/30
A silver sliver
in the inky April sky—
my fur stands on end. 10/30
Monday afternoon.
Overhead, geese are screaming
the terrible news. 11/30
Photo by Raymond Rorke
Beware the flowers.
Keep your hands in your pockets;
they’ll take all you’ve got. 13/30
What hath the sun wrought?
Her cheery simulacrum
all over the lawn. 14/30
Friday, 5 p.m.
Inside the tiny stone church
someone’s playing Bach. 15/30
My little dog’s grave:
Overhead the poplar tree,
alive with birdsong. 16/30
Mourning Dove at noon:
Get over it already,
Shriek the other birds. 17/3
THE PIGEON STRUTS ANYWHERE SHE PLEASES:
A Found Haiku
Market market walk
Light is on to cross market
Market walk light walk 18/30
The birds are warbling,
Glory be for grubs and worms!
A cat prowls the lawn. 19/30
One last sprig of green
from this loyal old dogwood
before it’s chopped down. 20/30
Thursday farm market:
the berries are assembled
like freckled soldiers. 21/30
April sunshower
狐の嫁入り*
My heart, like a child’s. 22/30
*Kitsune no Yomeiri (the fox’s wedding)
Poem or blossom?
The customer considers
fragrance v. shelf-life. 23/30
Temporarily,
overhead and underfoot,
nothing but petals. 24/30
Sorry, garden,
your bees are apoplectic.
I’ll come back later. 25/30
Rabbit on the lawn!
The dog dances in circles
at the joy of it. 26/30
Backsliding weather.
Who’d have thought I could detest
the scent of woodsmoke? 27/30
Late April cold snap–
somewhere a dog is barking
at the brutal sky. 28/30
A knock-kneed jogger
A red tufted woodpecker
A clickety-clique 29/30
A blue ball floating
My blue eye, my blue planet
Last day of April 30/30