Friday haiku 131

April hailstorm
My fragile garden
Laughs it off

Linden flowers

In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.

Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.

Friday haiku 128

The winter has fled
To the hollows of the fields
Biding its sweet time

Friday haiku 127

Here come the clouds
Like ragged clockwork
Busting with trouble

Friday haiku 126

Oh, Spring,
You’ve sprung
A leak!