(the eternal hope of spring)
All sober winter
squatters riot the rosebush:
circus of sparrows.
Silhouette portrait
dover framed against ice sky:
mallards returning.
Heavy at pond's edge
frozen townsfolk await light
and grace: blue heron.
Pirate Grace has the Real Toads writing teikei (fixed-form) haiku this week. This is real haiku, not the slangy syllable-counting jazz I'm usually offering up around here. Please go and read Grace's very informative article and try it! Not so simple as it appears.
