#971

fields of tulips wait

gently blowing in the breeze

to be harvested

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Written for the Tricycle March 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, tulip.

#970 (#121)

dandelion clocks

have never been accurate

but i still use them

#969 (#120)

serene spring sunshine

fills the garden completely

even the shadows

#968 (#119)

spring rain incessance

reminds us it's not all lambs

and sunshine each year

#967 (#118)

wind starting to shake,

reed ears open, waiting

for seeds to blow out

#966 (#117) (kai-awase)

cherrystone clam shells

intricate paintings within

find the matching pairs

#965 (#116)

this bamboo autumn

we wait for the spring to start -

still feels like winter!

#964 (#115)

piglet trot clip clop

across the concrete courtyard

to the mud pit squelch

#963 (#114)

the swan protecting

her cygnets on the river

a wall of feathers

#962 (#113)

the gosling story -

can't remember the bird type,

only the ending.

#961

pony down the mine

not seen sun since the summer

a pony no more

#960 (#112)

kids ride farm pony

approaching retirement

a spring in its step

#959 (#111)

first steps of the colt 

probing, uncertain, learning

soon it shall gallop

#958 (#110)

the garden edges

are covered with young green plants

each waiting their turn

#35

this is not one thing

or the other, ‘snot static,

spring melancholy.

this is weather dependant,

this is very changeable.

#957 (#109)

spring field turned and tilled:

a bed made for the future,

from where the past grew.

#956 (sunday morrning)

in the swimming hall

seats that remind me of church

my boy is now god

#955 (#108)

climbing the steep hill

just for a glimpse of new lambs,

a spring tradition.

#954

my turnip children

tucked up and sleeping gently

until wake up time

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip, but was not entered.

#953 (#107)

spring melancholy

comes and goes with the ever 

changing weather fronts

#952

turnip tops poking

out the soil tempting all

the scarecrow stands guard

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip, but was not entered.

#951 (#106)

it’s now bugs come out 

and terrorise the whole house:

the bad part of spring.

#950

vibrations among 

the turnip tops - see them shake

as predators near

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip.

#949 (#105)

want hysteria?

then let wisteria bloom

and see the people!

#948

i hold the turnip

as too the sister once did

i see nothing else

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip.

#947 (#104)

the departing geese,

unlike my departing love, 

destined to return.

#946

how can you escape

a turnip shaped like a… well…

well… - like a thingy!

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Written for the Tricycle February 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip.

#945 (#103)

crest on the garden 

horizon - a skylark brought

down to earth with us

#944 (#102)

baby animal

cliches abound everywhere

but then it is spring

#943

the hands of control

over both bodies and minds

massage just themselves

#942 (#101)

the warmth of sunshine

anytime of year is gold

but after winter…

#941

shadow man and dog

overlooking the river

together / apart

#940 (#100)

wandering the woods

knowing that primroses bloom

but not how they look

#939

we stumble between

the perceived and realised 

the known and unknown

#938 (#099)

the first blossom’s out - 

the whole palette lightening

in the spring sunshine

#937 (#098)

snail, scroll, shepherds crook

or a stringed instruments top?

fiddlehead fern fronds

#936 (#097)

spring but it's still cold /

yokan: not just a broken 

record in Britain?

#935 (#096)

a spring mist across

the hills and sea obscuring

the view we paid for

#934 (#095)

dying narcissus,

drooping discoloured flower

bends towards its bed

#933

 

#932 (#094)

with all of this rain

we want to skip the springtime

and see the swallows

#931 (#093)

the rain drumming sound

another cloudy spring day

hunkered down indoors

#930 (#092)

soup or salad day?

we wait and see which it is -

wakame choices