Late Spring, still cold this dark, metallic day. The pond looks like quicksilver. We’ve been expecting robins and roses but still the light comes down solid like steel, down slow and hard from leaden gray. Rain since not quite dawn, no sun; not expected to soon return. A puddled lawn, more topsoil, even some driveway washed away.
We stood shivering in the sharp spring rain. The cat watched us from the wood. Stark and wet, leafless trees impaled in earth like spikes of blackened iron. We gathered at the Paschal grave, the muddy soil easily turned as we buried the poor baby rabbit.
. Copyright 2008 - HARDWOOD-77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
Perfectly beautiful, William! I drove by your house (at a distance, I'm sure) on a dire errand, Portland to Eugene on April 2 and back on April 5. I wished you well in passing but had no time to stop. Maybe in May if you're about!
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Easter morning—
a jay's tail, crest et al
Perfect
Thanks, Anthony.
Conrad, to which we might add:
Easter morning—
a jay's tail, crest et al
etcetera profundis
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Easter Sunday
Late Spring, still cold
this dark, metallic day.
The pond looks like quicksilver.
We’ve been expecting robins and roses
but still the light comes down solid
like steel, down
slow and hard from leaden gray.
Rain since not quite dawn, no sun;
not expected to soon return.
A puddled lawn, more topsoil,
even some driveway washed away.
We stood shivering in the sharp spring rain.
The cat watched us from the wood.
Stark and wet, leafless trees impaled
in earth like spikes of blackened iron.
We gathered at the Paschal grave,
the muddy soil easily turned
as we buried the poor baby rabbit.
.
Copyright 2008 - HARDWOOD-77 Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
Gary, always good to hear from you. Time to pick up my copy of Hardwood again. Thanks for the thoughtful reminder.
If you read HARDWOOD, then you'll have to read SOFTWOOD, too. :-)
Oh...and the new one: Tall Grass & High Waves.
Latest, Ponds and Lawns (get it?) going to the publisher this month.
Thanks, William, for indulging me.
Gary
Ah. Well, if that’s the case, I’m pretty sure it goes both ways.
Wonderful haiku, William, unlike the weather! (By the way, Easter Sunday over here was gorgeous.)
Thanks, Vassilis. My answer to that is, “Greetings from the land of wet bunnies.”
Perfectly beautiful, William! I drove by your house (at a distance, I'm sure) on a dire errand, Portland to Eugene on April 2 and back on April 5. I wished you well in passing but had no time to stop. Maybe in May if you're about!
Wonderful! Chances are, I’ll still be chained to my desk. Sorry to hear about your dire errand. I suspect I know what it was about....
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