honeysuckle scent

the moon turns

into a flared nostril

© 2009 - Publ. Blithe Spirit (Journal of the British Haiku Society) vol. 21 No 2 2011 

blossoms everywhere

following the breeze nowhere

- there are no blossoms

.

buds come to life
even in this chill wind of March
-new beginnings

hailstones and March winds,
pouring down and scattering
scent of mimosa

.

photographed this morning in Hyde Park

hidden in blossom
of plump magnolia, this spring,
a dove's love nest


.

Cherry blossoms
without a care in this world
-year after year.
Yet, why do I regret your
absence, when spring does not mind?

the magnolia tree
blossoms again -even now,
in your absence

.

with such longing,

barely dressed, twisted branches,
stretch towards the sun

.

urban spring dawn
rising, between flagstone cracks
the first green shoots