haiku.blog
A new day a new haiku
Each start is an end
Everything’s a beginning
Where the willow bends
Spring is never late
It comes just as it’s ready
And it always comes
At last the buds break
Leaves tumble down lithe branches
Fresh catkins burst out
Spring from underground
Where all winter you were bound
Now you are set free
The willow tree turns
From brown to burning yellow
Banishing sadness
We weave windy ways
Where wispy willows whisper
Washed with white water
Discarded catkins
Flotsam in a fluffy fog
Floating fast and free
Slow everything down
For time passes too quickly
To but take a breath
Fuzzy evening light
Illuminates new catkins
In a final glow
From crimson to gold
Last year’s growth scratches across
My evergreen eyes
Red barked willow wands
Secret whispers in the breeze
Whipped up by wild winds
haiku.blog 