The world is bursting with new beauties whichever way I look now. But they are perhaps most visible in the back garden, where the spring flowers are breaking into a bountiful bloom and the birds are flocking to bushes and trees.
The overarching presence of the sun is increasing once again, but the wind, coming and going, strong or light, warm or cold, is vying for notice!
Wind’s Music
Through the window
I watch the wind’s music
Become visible.
Below drum rolls of gray clouds
The tangerine leaves
Play arpeggios
Up and down the sunlight,
While beyond them
Its quiet, golden melody
Halos the cholla branches.
The palo verde stems
Arch and lace,
Plucked by the fingers of the breeze,
And the swelling chords
Are enlivened by grace notes
Of yellow narcissus,
While the red sage flowers
Dance and nod
In time to this morning’s song.
One visitor to the garden this past week was an oriole. This was a yellow and black Hooded Oriole in all its spring splendour. I will let the haiku tell its own brief story, but for those interested in such marvelous birds, here is a link to the Cornell All About Birds page.
My Friday morning glimpse led to this haiku.
Yellow oriole
danced in red aloe flowers.
I forgot to breathe.
Evening shimmer
is draped over the valley
like folds of green silk.
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