Each day is different. You never know what you’ll see. Old trail, new haiku.
Splash, honk, quack, croak, peep
The language of geese, ducks, frogs
Loud, mesmerizing
A patch of winter
Somehow lingers in the shade
On this warm spring day
Ten geese in a row
Standing one-footed on ice
Like it’s a sandbar
A stand of beech trees
Still holding their withered leaves
At the start of spring
Went looking for ducks
Found a funny looking bird
Turned out 'twas a plant
It smells like spring rain
Humidity and fresh earth
The forecast said snow
Birds whistle and sing
While owl watches silently
Perched over the trail
An arctic wind blows
Winter reasserts itself
Amid signs of spring
A snake suns itself
Oblivious to humans
Too cold to react?
Another spring day
Crocuses, ants, and a wasp
Nature awakens
60’s and sunny
The grackles are partying
The snow is weeping
The hens are laying
And the woodcocks are dancing
Birds celebrate spring
Snow gives way to mud.
Bulbs sprout. I don’t need my coat.
We’ve made it to spring!
Maple to maple
Tap to tap, collecting sap
It’s sugaring time
Continued from 1-30-2021:
No longer creaking
Tree finally let go and
Cracked all the way through
Melted and frozen
Infinite shapes of water
Winter ice watching
Stranded in the woods
Thinking that it is autumn
A little sapling
Trail refroze again
Super slippery in spots
I stayed on my feet
Why do birches lean
Forgoing the straightest path
Towards sky and sun?
Sun shines on water
Flowing out of Brister’s Spring
And lights it on fire
Yesterday’s puddles
Thin, crackly, slick, transparent
Snow melt refreezes