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A while back we had an exchange of Haiku (The plural of haiku is apparently haiku), to which I contributed. I went on to try to include those you have already seen in a single poem of twelve haiku -- one for each month of the year. It follows: THE YEAR IN HAIKU JANUARY A sullen sun stares from a lead-gray sky. Yet the crusted snow sparkles. FEBRUARY Sleet on the window rat ta tat tats the message, "No. Not yet. Not yet." MARCH The first spring flowers poke through dead leaves, gaping mouths in a warm, dry nest. APRIL As rain drops glisten, the Wood Thrush's flute-like song sounds out the All Clear. MAY A green snake slithers by blushing flowers, tasting airborne pheromones. JUNE A lone hawk circles in an all-blue sky, watching over vast green fields. . JULY White gulls loiter on the boathouse roof, wallflowers watching fog dance by. AUGUST Cicadas winding keep saying that Time's starter motor is broken. SEPTEMBER Pelicans spiral upward, September's snowflakes, returning to God. OCTOBER Red and yellow leaves, pumpkins and cider. The last fight is glorious! NOVEMBER Trees shed their garments and brace for the cold showers of early winter. DECEMBER Shrubs hold up their arms as snowflakes gently kiss them and put them to bed. © 2002 Robert G. Fisher Bob Fisher Independence, Missouri [log in to unmask] __________________________________________________ * Audubon Society of Missouri's * * Wild Bird Discussion Forum * *------------------------------------------------* * To unsubscribe send the message * * SIGNOFF MOBIRDS-L * * to [log in to unmask] * * To subscribe send the message * * SUBSCRIBE MOBIRDS-L your name * * to [log in to unmask] * *------------------------------------------------* * To access the list archives from July 2002 on: * * http://po.missouri.edu/archives/mobirds-l.html * ##################################################