Tag Archives: Haiku

Contemplating the promise of daffodils

First come the snowdrops and crocuses and then the yellow flowers. Daffodils and Forsythia brave the end of winter while the Magnolia buds swell with anticipation. These are a few haiku attempts around this theme:

Huddled together
the bitter winter wind
Clumping daffodils

End of winter
A pale green and yellow
Beneath bare trees

After snowdrops
So comes the daffodils
The changing lights

Winter’s journey
Snowdrops nod lazily
In a chill breeze

Biding time
The magnolia buds arrested
In a bitter snap

A gliding swan
Watching the magnolia buds
Beneath the surface

Waiting on the cusp
Of winter and spring
The point of a daffodil

Winter’s spring
Rising in no man’s land
The young daffodil 

A winter’s bed
The daffodil emerges from the mud
Wrapt in pale green

Cold grey sky
Out of a long brown winter
The yellow 

The subtlety of the Japanese

I was talking to my haiku friend Sean, who now lives in Japan, and he told me that while Westerners think of the year in terms of four seasons, the Japanese recognise 26 seasonal changes. That requires a subtle eye and appreciation of nature.

He shared this haiku:

A spot of blood
In the tall camelia tree
First one to blossom

We also talked of foxes. There is a mange-afflicted cub who visits our garden. I found his sibling dead just weeks ago; as if asleep in a hollow under the tree. So I went to the vet in Sternhold Ave for advice. Met a very nice dog and snapped the ‘Banksy’ cat as I left. The vet had an understanding smile and promised to call later.
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