A Spring Haiku

a riot of blossoms

celebration of new life

soon fluttering down

I walk by this tree regularly. It’s been daily during the lockdown. Spring is fully on. The blossoms lovely, temporary. Perhaps that’s part of their; their impermanence. So very Zen of me, I guess. 

Saturday Morning Haiku

wind chimes

early morning darkness

birds sing to my tea


Everyone else is asleep in my house. I’m very fond of these quiet moments. I hope all of you are safe and healthy.