morning blusters as

the last brave magnolia

cling to the tree

family planning -

our woodpigeons mate on

the sturdiest fence

 

sundance

a cabbage white conducts

the blackbirds tune

pansy

here and there

the woodpigeon’s

wing-claps applaud the rise

of a day moon

 

 

the weekly call -

my mother and I compare

nest box activity

two haiku

- the last of my crocus haiku, they seem to have dominated my spring offerings, and onto something different - 

all bloomed out

our crocus lay quietly

down to die

 

a caterpillar

loops its way towards

your garden glove

solar power -

the crocus open

for business

 

among the crocus

the tulips are bulging,

biding their time

end of the garden

two shades of crocus

welcome me