Wednesday, February 1, 2012

MEADOWLARK

A meadowlark perched outside my window this morning
His song - a bubbling spring, cascading over winter's gray
Like new honey - warm, clear, golden, sweet

"Mom! I hear a meadowlark!"
The sun came out in Helen's face.

Like battle-weary Jonathans,
Our winter-worn eyes brightened at such sweet sustenance.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Spring is meadowlark
raising the high blue sky on
pointed melodies

:D HAIKU!!!

RK

Suzanne said...

Daffodils on the verge of blossoming.

Suzanne said...

Bright yellow crocus beside the sidewalk peeking up at barefoot children in shorts and tees.