Friday, March 27, 2009

 

Haiku Friday: Spring


Traditional haiku often use nature themes, particularly those related to the change of seasons. This seems like a good week to embrace that, given that it is now Spring, a change of season most people look forward to.

Here in Cen-Tex, it's still relatively chilly, but the bluebonnets are out in force. Wherever you are, whatever your Spring is like, haiku it! Here is mine:

Rosebuds rise gently
Red enveloped in green hoods,
While thorns stand sentry.

Now it is your turn-- Five syllables for the first line, seven for the second, and five for the last line...

Comments:
Chilly spring car seat
There is mist out there, pea soup
Will drive through to sun.
 
Bluebonnets, pretty!
But they really taste terrible
Raw or cooked, bad.
 
The fog clings to her,
hides the sun from insincere
promises of Spring.
 
Pretty bluebonnets! Do they
exist totally
for small children photo ops?
 
Pink? Orange? Coral? We do
not care. Indian
paintbrushes rock spring landscapes!
 
Spring PC victim
Did something happen outside?
Well, how would I know?
 
Hills alive with old
Steel and stok'd fires of the past.
Mist of winter rain.

(A tribute to Robert E. Howard's "Cimmeria," written in Mission, Texas, February 1932.)
 
Texas bluebonnets
Thoughts of them lower my stress
Blood pressure way down
 
I just want to pick
A whole bunch of bluebonnets
but, it's illegal???
 
Texas haiku:

Picking bluebonnets
Is a serious crime, girl-
Capital offense!
 
Gorbon, is that you?
Gorbon Bavenport? Oh, joy--
It truly is Spring!
 
You could only pick
A bunch of bluebonnets, 'cause
They grow in big clumps
 
Bluebonnets are my
Favorite thing to munch on--
They taste like chicken!
 
Law re: Bluebonnets
Interesting indeed, ask
a Texas lawyer!

The answer (Per DPS) at link below. Although, please bear in mind that I don't believe a DPS press release is a defense to prosecution.

http://www.txdps.state.tx.us/director_staff/public_information/pr032602.htm
 
Itchy nose and skin
drippiness and congestion
Pollen and dust, yuck.
 
With each spring that comes
and each baby born, the world
Gets another chance.
 
Pine Island quiet
Frozen lake. Windblown cedar
No spring here for now

Irv Benson is dead
 
Irv loved winter
The quiet and the stillness;
Northern lights tonight.
 
Hot one minute and
Winter is back in Texas,
Blue bonnets shiver.
 
Spring awakens slow
From cocoon of long cold days
Sunrise different now.

Cherry blooms beckon;
Windows open, whoosh of rain
On avenue below.
 
Firefighter/ Reptile
Birthday Party is now a
memory. SCARY!

Exhausting: Twenty
Six kids, all sugared up and
bouncing off the walls.

Reptile Lady was
a hit. Two cakes, lizards in
ice cubes in punch bowl.

It was messy, so
nutty, wild. Spencer had a
blast. GREAT to be HOME.

I will know I am
truly home when I see my
tulips come up. Hope.

Some of them bloomed last
year, even thru the building
mess. Come back, tulips!!!!
 
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