Poetry

Haiku

Buds open their mouths

Burst into coloured laughter

And scented chuckles.

Blue with frothy waves

An endless expanse beckons

From the highest sky.

The crocuses show

Their yellow throats, laughing loud,

Bell-like, scented chimes.

Clock that tells the hour,

Seconds taken by the wind

Fall, seed and take root.

Searching for the sun

Bees rest in the smooth, gold warmth

Of a daffodil.

Elizabeth Pearl