We spent a lot of time outdoors today —
it’s that time of year here.
We potted some pretty spring plants (with a bias toward pink zinnias),
dyed Easter eggs in a friend’s backyard,
and walked the dog more than once.
(Which is unnecessary since she’s fifteen, but who could resist?)
Most of what I notice right now is the smell of grape hyacinth in the air, the almost-perfect non-tempature and the birds, nesting. But today there was also a little something in the air…
Haikus Three
4/3/2010
Try to catch your breath,
the air yellowed with pollen
and heavy with spring.
Again this morning,
oak droppings on the front stoop;
I reach for my broom.
Trees reproducing
with sticky vigor and lust;
blatant and straight-up.
Isn’t it great when they come in threes?
My favorite is the middle one. Something about the tension between the beauty and the chores… loving trees can be complex.
Tanita Says 🙂
Ah, the little leaves, opening “stickily,” as Edna St. Vincent Millay said. Straight up lust — lust for life. A command performance, which commands us as well. Carpe diem.
A bias toward pink zinnias is the most common kind round our hearts too.
*smooch*
I especially like “yellowed with pollen” and “sticky vigor.”
I really liked “with sticky vigor and lust.”