Monday, February 17, 2020

Late winter haiku


dripping icicles
a red-headed flicker
beats a tattoo

ice melting
a new rhythm
in my movements
A Hundred Gourds
Unpublished


6 comments:

Bill said...

Rhythm, indeed! Well done.

Adelaide said...

Thanks, Bill. Glad you stopped by.
Adelaide

Magyar said...

We all count our "drops", so well seen as written Adelaide. _m

Icicle tears; this count within time's tempo; an earth clock.

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Doug. The clock is ticking closer to spring. . . Yeah!

adelaide

Sandy said...

Haha, I just came indoors all excited because I saw robins.

Adelaide said...

I've noticed that the daffodil spikes are spiking through the dirt. Yeah spring!

adelaide

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