ice-cream

not yet Easter
jingle of an ice-cream van
round the estate

gerald england

illness gone -
at the window her bright eyes
forsythia-lit

night rain

night rain
in the place where children play
leaves drip

photo by dijah
words by mandy smith

cool afternoon
moving into the sun
to plant flowers

maple seeds

maple seeds

swirl and spin in the breeze~

packing up sweaters

on still water
yellow swirls congregate -
pollen


- Stephanie Roberts

Spring Time

It’s certain
neighbour on balcony
funfair in town

morning dew -
every blade of grass
enlightens

high street sun -
wishing I’d left
my jumper at home

spring dawn -
the young birch
turns pink


aube de printemps -
le jeune bouleau
rosit

no snow this morning
on the mountain peaks
dawn mist

ahead - two companions
my shadow
my granite reflection

Walking from the parking lot
towards the theater
Blackbirds talk about spring.

derelict churchyard
headstones toppled...still
the daffodils remember

in one day
neighbor's dogwoods in full bloom
over red petunias

in one day
purple and orange pansies
float in new black mulch

in one day
daffodils lift their heads
to sing of spring

spring buds .... the headache only background

New leaves
shine brightly
from old branch.

spring colors
brighten my thoughts~
river walk

snowmelt —
the neighbors’ trash
in our yard

day off
the banker
counts his daffodils

first light-
spring rain spilling from pansies
under cherry tree

on the windowsill
hailstones waiting
for the next shower


sur l'appui de fenêtre
des grêlons attendent
la prochaine giboulée

very quick
spring walk -
cooler than winter

overflowing
azaleas, rose, & camellia shrubs
abandoned garden

smell of time
fragrance from
yesterday, today, tomorrow

flat sky
hangs so low
I stoop

plottin'....

garden center run
mobile garden supplies
filling back porch

after the storm

inches of spring rain

in the trash can

dead rabbit -
...all those fur-lined
nests

first light in back yard
new grass sprouts
peeking through the mud

Wellesley Square —
a jogging couple’s
matching wool mittens

first day of spring
smiles bursting out
everywhere

Spring's Eve

day before spring
freshly filled flowerpots
sitting on the stoop


morning walk
single forsythia bloom
waving in the wind

afternoon commute
new grass poking through
sidewalk cracks

equinox —
a lawyer faxes me
a copy of the Will

bristly flowerbeds
of daffodils -
at night stealthily


plates-bandes hérissées
de jonquilles -
la nuit à pas de loup

warm afternoon
first wave of mobile garden
potted pansies

on stubbled grass -
the young girl’s delight
dandelions

- Stephanie Roberts

first snow
on the warm branches
melting

neighbour's thin smile...
his forsythia yellower
than mine?

moonless night -
the magnolia enlightens
the street


nuit sans lune -
le magnolia
éclaire la rue

magpies

two magpies fight
from the roof opposite
a third watches

gerald england

over clouds
always heavenly treasures
always creation

Photo: Gabriel Ivanescu
Text: Andrei Dorian Gheorghe

The Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy-SARM invites you to visit Comet McNaught Haiku

"Kiss Me I'm Irish!"
the button on the snow

shoveler's parka


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

five days till spring-
slush blankets the lawn
under dreary skies

Many city buses' engines were filled with water after Hurricane Katrina.

Other cities donated their older buses, including DART (Dallas Area Rapid Transit), which have yellow and white buses.

The New Orleans buses are white, yellow, green, and purple.

DART bus
now New Orleans resident
with new green and purple stripes.

refractions off
car windshield and sunglasses
I see my tiny rainbow

today's mail
rosebush that was ordered
new plant catalouges

March day

March day
out of the greyness
iridescence

photograph by phill deason
words by mandy smith

early morning mist
softens the start
of my day

mid March heat
a woman's painted toenails
at the check-out

In the new New Orleans -
funeral home
now a double-wide trailer

the little bee

dances in my shopping cart

hungry for spring

once again
spring brings green grass
to open fields
but where are you,
my memories of love?

spring cleaning –
my spider web
mustache

In other words part one

Spring laughter
and running feet
through the garden
warm wind and sunshine
in the hair of my neighbours’ kid


In other words part two at this place

bramble bush budding
deep down
the fruit's juices gathering

surrounded
by life after death~
spring grass

lost daylight...

I'm looking
under the couch,
for an hour.

village life
French Quarter girl
in Uptown girl's hood

dark clouds roll away
a crow drinks
from glittering tractor-tracks

sunday sun -
a lawnmower
springs to life

stretching
pale legs into a square of
sunlight

of the whole forest
remembering the tiny
ring of daffodils

the old lady chats

deftly handling her walker

the sunny side

daffodil sprouts
a spring
in her slow step

daffs in the lawn

daffs in the lawn
everytime we count them
another total

words and picture by gerald england

Anticipation

.
smug in your sunscreen
bare legs with iPod on skates
Minnesota watches and waits
.

...for my other poems of season and more
see River Tree Whispers.

tractor ruts
softened by rain
first buds

Your Haiku in Northern Louisiana

Click here for the details:

http://www.shreve-lib.org/images/Poem.htm

a wild wind

tatters the ears of corn

under a castanet of hail

angelee

staring at stars

imagining the scent

of jasmine

Philly Bound...

weekend plans
losing myself
in a remote Ireland*


* Philadelphia Flower Show

wash me, wash me
finger written words
on dusty car

new spring flowers,
blooming near the rocks
by the oak-
the same place as last year
and the years before

frosty morning
icicles encasing
new rosebush growth

On my window
the rain taps her fingers.
Musical day



And did you see this haiga on Wikifray? Isn't Sandy one of Spring Haiku's own Haiku poets?

In like a lion...

afternoon winds
bend evergreens toward the ground
flinging empty trash cans

March winds --
traffic breezes along
until the tunnel

* * * *

storm litter...green backs of sprouts

late bloomers
poinsettas and
Christmas cactus

surprise -
through mild air
the icy bite of raindrops

Plump buds
longing to burst forth
must be patient

peeking over
from cracked demitasse
green sprouts

spring wind -
the smile of a small
trisomic girl


vent de printemps -
le sourire d'une petite
trisomique

total eclipse —
the dog
has all the blankets

March night

March night
it isn't just the clouds
covering the moon

gerald england

A post-eclipse picture and links to other photographs can be found on Ackworth born, gone West.

my hand print

covers the moon-

lunar eclipse

March —
a broken umbrella
crosses the street

spring morning
a man
whistling

Tossing aside
February's blanket,
March opens one eye

Fluffy orange kittens
swatting at daffodils
sigh...torn to shreds

Friends are friends forever...

late night adventure
sending flowers overseas
to cheer up a friend

morning commute
bound forsythia branches
waiting to wave free

cold returns -
shielded by your big hand,
my heart

march winds
daffodils
lightening, darkening