Winter has come just as the calendar ordered up spring. Days are longer but just as cold.
After teasing us for a few days, Mother Nature blessed us with snow here at the base of the mountain, day after day. (I write “blessed” because we need the precipitation to avoid drought.)
We wish this had happened a while ago.
However, this does give me occasion to share some new poems by my dear friend Mary Ellen Honsaker, who enjoys playing with haiku. Wherever you are reading this, and whatever your weather, I hope you enjoy them.
but wind from the mountain snow
steals summer from us
I hoped it would continue
but it was brief lace
step out and disappointment
pulls your down coat close
on a cold night warms the soul
and wakens old dreams
like the shepherd from the fold
watered, fed, they climb
A bird, refugee
in my cold stove this morning,
bursts in, illegal
seeking warmth he came
only to find dark passage
to a strange prison
escape to windows
keeping him from sky beyond,
settled down at last
we spoke, quiet chirps
understanding only voice
that sought to ease fear
caught with soft tossed cloth,
gentle hand our only touch
carried him hidden
out through my porch door
opened folds transfixed our eyes
a moment, then gone
Did he know my heart
would have welcomed the visit
for a bit longer?
Asylum granted
and promised if ever need
wings this way again
Haiku poetry © Mary Ellen Honsaker 2022
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