March sun so warm
I almost believe those yellow flowers
are real.
*
Apricot trees
in first bloom, white and white,
but that is somewhere else.
*
I wish I had
no occasion to send tulips
to room 109.
*
Under microscopes
mutant cells blossom
forget me nots
*
She hands me
a dandelion—an hour later
gold still in my hand.
*
Scent of spring—
even the shadows
grow buds.
I like the ‘room 109’ one the best…
thanks madman … wish it weren’t true …
These are wonderful.
thank you!
I like the dandelion haiku for its trace elements. Room 109 is a curious one — the haiku a footnote to a longer story, but very provocative. You certainly have gathered a bouquet here, with flowers in every one.
thanks dear David, nice pun on trace you you
“…gold still in my hands.” Such a treasure, eh?
White apricot blossoms. Is the air fragrant, now? (And do those same blossoms mean work ahead?)
hi ed, i get to see the blossoms tomorrow … still living in Placerville till the kids are out of school, but a visit in the works! So far so good …