Friday haiku 78

First hot day of spring
the weeping cherry decides
its now or never

Friday haiku 77

Do fish,
too,
dream of spring?

Friday haiku 76

Spring again
we can grasp eternity
but not old age

Friday haiku 75

Just found out Friday falls on a Saturday this week.

Early spring
Rain falling equally
on day and night

Friday haiku 74

The smell of whiskey
in the dream of falling
lingers at dawn