Another day ends

I wonder what I achieved

Only this haiku

Knee deep in cold mud

We tramp across empty fields

To the hanging tree

Blossom blooming from

The overgrown undergrowth

Seasons steady march

Loping slowly south

Long grey wings ripple and shake

Lonely heron hunts

Warm sun on my hands

Azure atmosphere above

Spring is here at last

From bare bones to a

Chubby bundle of giggles

A busy six months

From the deepest roots

To the tall thin twig tips

The sap is rising