sparrows sit
touching heads -
spring inches in

Under the feet
smell of crushed dried leaves
spring calling

a barking dog
echoes in a silent street
a coal tit darts away

flood my empty eyes
with a deluge of light -
spring fever

sly march the piper
dances in the woods and fields
his music wakes all

early morning gull -
a creaking door
opens into spring

shadows become
stencils of night frost
Forsythia blushes

Returning home
with wearied masks
Holi faces



(Holi is an Indian kigo, marking arrival of spring)

Dusty leaves
break days of silence:
spring's first rain

sudden rain
her umbrella widens
to take her lover in

World Haiku Review
Vol. 8, Issue 1, Jan. 2010

crocus buds

catch raindrops

and hold them close

vacant possession -

a great tit investigates

the nest box

.
bright breeze
the kettle warms up
a cloudless day
.

yellow crocuses
a lady in a green jumper
scrapes her windshield

Desperately writing
spring must come now
or else!

morning sun
streams through the window
paws chilled by frost

my daughter
rehearses a new song
march!

oh, so early
the March sun
--and the birds!

rain fall, bitter and chill
a chrysalis hanging
from a raspberry cane

dogs barking in darkness
the moon through open curtains
keeps her from sleep

sparrows in sunshine
a blue tit on the buddleia
teases out old seeds