Time moves far too fast when you’re getting ready to relocate. Between spring cleaning and house staging, I feel as if I’m missing spring!
It seems as if just a moment ago the red maple (Acer rubrum) trees were still in burgundy bud, and now their growing green “helicopter” seeds have mellowed the crimson blooms so that the trees look decked with flakes of copper.
The forsythia bushes (Forsythia x intermedia), tulip magnolia (Magnolia lilliflora), and spicebush (Lindera benzoin) are in full bloom, not to mention actual tulips and daffodils.
I have already seen mourning cloak (Nymphalis antiopa), tiger swallowtail (Papilio glaucus), and cabbage white (Pieris rapae) butterflies!
It’s wonderful to watch the Earth wake up, all blossoms and bird song – if only time would slow just a little so that I could enjoy it longer.
To capture the few seasonal moments I had between cleaning and donation runs to the local YMCA, I thought I’d write a couple of haiku poems.
I wanted to do it “right”, of course, so I quickly Googled the how-to. Big mistake. The rules I learned in grade school apparently no longer apply. By the time I was done being confused by the many voices and opinions on what English haiku should comprise, I decided it would be easier just to call the following “triplet” poems.
So, here are the four quick triplets that describe the spring moments of my March:
tucking in tiny roots and
wild yellow explodes
soft pink petals
and persistent, he calls
to his future