Caring About Our World Reflecting About Life
In May, just days ago it seems, I felt summer on my skin, inhaled its warm scents and, responding to familiar cues, started pulling out summer clothes. Now early June feels like spring again. What a topsy turvy time this is…after winter before summer.
between the rains
tall grasses blowing
in a cool breeze
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in 5 to 8 billion years when the sun dies–as stars do not live forever–and when the sun explodes, planet earth will dissolve into space …
sleep
a cosmic dress rehearsal –
will anyone count
the last day
of the last year?
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Rain and more rain fills the roadside ditch a safe distance away from my house. I think of the people in my hometown fleeing the Ottawa River.
spring floods –
holding ponds fill with
climate petitions
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CBC News Report April 30, 2019
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Gardening or keeping potted plants was not for my mother as I grew up, but in later years she tended an hydrangea bush and tidied her yard. Everyday I remember her, sometimes pondering the things she left behind.
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wild roses
on a pair of coffee cups
her unknown dreams
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In my corner of the world, spring progresses slowly. Grass is greening and mowers are being pulled out of garages. Bulbs show leaves above the brown debris of dormant flower beds and above…the blush of red, pink and green buds wash the sky.
Where else do longer daylight hours go?
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forsythia…
a dazzling glow
for weary eyes
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roadside willow…
cascading yellow
spring-light
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It’s six days before Easter. Around the house all traces of snow are gone, replaced by puddles, hints of new green, grey, yellow and brown. Today by the porch, the first tulip tips are peeking from the earth and two roads away, red tree buds are out.
to the east
a torn white wafer
in robin-blue sky
April moon calling
all to rise
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The prompt this week for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge is Pink Moon, one of the names for April moon, which is waxing to fullness this Friday, 2019’s Good Friday.
This morning I awake to birds and the sump pump clearing yesterday’s rains from the foundation of the house.
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saezuri
over the ocean
of spring mornings
soft twitters above
a deep hum below
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I open the curtain to a field of white.
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the birds chirp
over drifting snow – –
a March closing
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For Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #79 – twittering – saezuri
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