
She arrived last night
Appearing on Nature’s stage
She kept her promise
Haiku

She arrived last night
Appearing on Nature’s stage
She kept her promise
Haiku
It’s “Goodbye Old Man Winter”
We’ve waited for today
Not sad to see you go
Haiku
Tomorrow is the First Day Of Spring! Yay!

The sun has come forth to help us
Celebrate Spring’s soon return
She awaits now in the shadows
Behind time’s curtain
Sending forth samples
Of her season’s
Glimpse of new
Life and
Warmth
Nonet

St. Patrick wore green
But in him no Irish was seen
Capture at sixteen
By Irish pirates would mean
Of sin Ireland he’d clean
Tanka
Read this article stating the “Truth of who St. Patrick really was”

City sidewalk
Unexpected riches appear
Multitude of gold
Haiku

As my heart fills with perplexity
And threatens to overwhelm my soul
My minds fills with Your words to me
Comforting with precious
Promises so sweet
And remembrance
Of Your care
Towards
Me
Nonet
In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul. Psalm 94:19 KJV
Is that really me or an imposter,
A pretender that looks like me?
That kind of action I don’t foster!
Is that really me or an imposter?
I dont see my name on the roster,
But a resemblance I do see!
Is that really me or an imposter,
A pretender that looks like me?
Triolet
While waiting for my grandson today I caught an amusing site on video. My daughter’s porch has a mirrored medicine cabinet sitting on it waiting to be carried into the house that apparently caught the eye of a little bird.
I sat watching as the little bird saw his reflection in the mirror and kept trying to figure out who that other bird was. It was very cute to watch.
Basking in the warmth of her sunshine
I walked awhile with March
Dreaming of hot summer days
Until she led me through a glen
Where winds blew cold
Thru shaded trees
Where Winter
Hid Spring’s
Smile
Nonet
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. —Charles Dickens

I saw Spring today
Peeking out from her winter place
A Purple Crocus
Haiku

Where shall I go
With this bag of dreams
I must choose steps
That will transport me
To the reality
Of an empty bag
Syllabic Verse