Feels Like May [Day 356]

Deep in February’s chill

it feels like May might never bloom,

but even in the darkest room,

light lingers longer every day,

and bitter winter cannot stay

forever, tempt it as you will.

Soon spiders, with their silver strands,

will spin new homes with certain flair,

And house-finch songs will float on air 

Above the lilting mockingbird,

And spring, more now than a mere word,

Will enchant the lifeless land.

Meanwhile, resist the icy slope—

Don’t let despair obscure bright hope.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: pixundfertig/Pixabay

Last Star (Day 315)

Daybreak comes

erasing 

the last stars,

except Mars, 

who lingers,

like winter 

on the high 

northern plains.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Two Haiku, Two Senryu (Day 124)

Photo: Marabuchi

Birds versus squirrels 

Locked in eternal battle 

Sharing the same tree

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Rabbit stretches tall

Craning his neck to nibble

Sweet, young poppy leaves

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Friday: hot humid

Saturday: sweater weather

Mid-Atlantic May

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Chic woman with scarf

Insouciantly knotted

matches her flowers

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six