An American Haiku
a slow springthe iris and lupinesunfurling
Sunday morning — leaving the dandelionsto themselves
’Tis the season — the stink of pear blossomsand allergies
Turnery rainbowsarranging in seven huesa forenoon nosegay.
Orange storiesrest in a forgotten boxwearing your surname.
Spring showers are the best way to wash away the…
Red leaves in springtimebrush up a forest canvas,unspeaking clutches.
Petals feel like silkThe scent, a sweet aromaWaking up for spring
the poetrearranges her wordscarefully