Rolling white horses

Dash themselves against the rocks

Dissolve in the spray

Furry willow buds

Prick up at the dawn chorus

Silky rabbit ears

Though his white fingers

Strangle the new Daffodils

Frost won’t defeat spring

Shedding my old skins

Pack my life into boxes

Setting myself free

Halfway up the hill

Look across the canopy

The trees are brothers

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

Long low winter sun

Peeking in at my window

Turning snow to ice

While you are away

In dreams of distant islands

I will remember

Lost or forgotten

Peel back layers of history

More puzzle pieces

Rotten roof rafters

Perching precariously

Elements erode

In the fire’s warm glow

Shadows flicker like eyelids

Drifting off to sleep

Crocuses burst forth

From sodden soggy soft sod

Like a spring sunrise

Where there was once joy

And life and light and laughter

Now an empty hole

Crunchy edges yet

A soft and chewy centre

The perfect cookie

Rain and meltwater

Fall into the golden lake

Engulfed by the stream

Snow still laying low

On the shaded northern slopes

We’re all fugitives

If it doesn’t burn

And it doesn’t rot away

Then it’s here to stay

These ocean liners

Cross over each others wakes

Distant portholes wink