March Haiku (American)
Bird feeder swaying. Wren flits, green branch bends – Cool breeze.
(Kerouac offered less than 17 syllables. Said it was more “ours”. I think a haiku is how I feel it, letters spilling out from these friendly keys. I chase Wednesday magic.) In 2018 I published my second book of poetry – “Dictation from the Backyard.” Within was this spring offering. (#17)
I paint a picture Purple yellow orange blooms April days ahead.