Springtime's Promise
Cool showers gather on the side yard
graced by tiny weeds and Swallowtails.
March brings hope to dormant soil in
an open field. Seeds now comforted
settle in to begin their germination.
This old, old story is retold, as birds
repeat the joy of knowing it -- they,
believers of the rite and ritual here.
Chattering Creek still runs beyond the
home-fence. "And Along We Go" reply
the gliding fish. Their white skins aglow
with sunlit sequin-scales arise from
fading shadows, their bodies move in
rhythm of the goal ahead. "We're On
Our Way," they skim the water's rock.
Farther out, browned hills lie in hope--
as well the dark soil primed for planting,
a season of promise soon to be fulfilled.
The evening sky sighs, then yields to
greening mists--the wind dies down.
among the shadows
fish scales, bubbles and fish
not so easily fooled
(haibun)
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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