Most likely I am guilty of slaughtering a venerable form of Japanese poetry. But I must admit to loving the simplicity, the challenge and the possibilities for humor and juxtaposition that Haiku provides.
It is Nearly Spring here in my little part of Canada, that aching time of seasonal limbo when we hover between the lingering cold and the coming green. A lot of snow has melted, yes, but certainly not all. The ground that has appeared again isn’t green but grey. The trees still look bare except if you examine them closely, then they reveal their humble bud beginnings.
These Haiku poems I share today are a form of therapy for me during Nearly Spring. I confess to eagerly awaiting True Spring with only tiny shreds of patience. These humble lines of five syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables help me cope.
Nearly Spring Haiku 2018
Spring ready to leap
But winter will not release
Its icy talons
Have you every thought
Spring sprung in February?
Poor befuddled fool
Snow post March twenty
Feels like a wet soggy slap
Across your bare cheek
Brownish greyish gunk
Never looked so beautiful
As on a thaw day
The snow blanket goes
Revealing the plows scrappings
Suburb detritus
Melted mini-lakes
Make some of the sidewalks seem
The place for canoes
Tiny buds appear
At the tree branch fingertips
Peeking at the sun
Spring surprise party
As things hidden for long months
Grin at us again
Green will soon o’er take
Winter’s ice-blue dominance
Time guarantees it
by Ronald Kok, March 24, 2018