Spring’s buzzing

Spring’s buzzing
Wisteria, sweet and heavy,
clinging to the trellis.
Birds singing,
flowering trees blooming.

The air is thick
with scents of Spring.
At last.
Giddy, happy, profusely —
life, new life,
awakening.

The season’s spirit is
in the songs of those birds,
a chorus of happy intent.
They’re busy about
the business of life.
It’s so apparent,
their joy.

Damp, warm earth,
blossom and petal-littered
ground I walk on.
I look down at that rich soil,
and then up into
patchy, blue-white, cloudy skies
through which the nicest, cool air pours.
And I feel life well up in me, too,
if I can only stay the course,

and go about my business,
enjoying, feeling, sensing,
all the while,
this miracle called Spring.

(Written March 2, 2000)

Spring sunshine beckonsBut I cannot heed its callJSTOR is your friend. — haiku, written one year ago. (JSTOR is an online database of fulltext academic journal articles.)

Charlston must be so beautiful this time of year.

my wisteria hasn’t yet recovered from the freeze, but dianthus that i planted last year have come back in full bloom, and i didn’t think they were even perrenial. I wish i could find the spring joy tonight.

~Wings~

April 6, 2002

~A spring Haiku for you~ peaceful serenadethe hum of flowers bloomingas life is renewed.

RYN: ::bows:: I yield to my superior. C’mon, most people probably don’t know what JSTOR is.

forever in motion

April 6, 2002

Spring must be beautiful there. Darn these 3000 miles 🙁 xxoo,

Shi

April 7, 2002

So lovely.

Edelweis

April 7, 2002

A beautiful poem! Spring shows what God can do with a world that’s often cheerless, evil and dirty. I have been watching the awakening of spring for a while now, and the unfolding of all this beauty,… of flowers, blossoms and little new leaves “is” a miracle. When I open my window in the early morning spring is greeting me, laughs at me and makes me happy. New life, hope and music to our soul!<P

Sago

April 7, 2002

Awww…we got us some of that giddy air around here. Dizzy-making, puddle jumping, flower bloomer air…whooopee

zhnee

April 7, 2002

Lovely poem. Spring refreshes me too.

Ah…spring, it seems so far away at the moment. Thanks for the glimpse. 🙂

I still don’t have any wisteria….maybe someday when I can get a house 🙂

RYN: What, d’you mean before or after declaring independence? 😉

Soft Paws

April 11, 2002

I love it when you write poetry, Oswego. This is so incredibly beautiful! And so befitting the season! My friend, I have privatized my old diary because I want to try and eventually compose a chapbook of poetry and short stories of some of it. However, I did open a new diary a couple of weeks ago where I began writing again. This link will take you there. Again, a beautiful poem!