Wednesday 29 February 2012

haiku

blackbirdsong -
already the scent
of wild garlic

9 comments:

Michelle May-The Raspberry Rabbits said...

Love it Juliet.
We have the scent of wild onion.

Bill said...

I like this, Juliet. I tried to tell you yesterday, but my computer told me you don't exist. Well, maybe I got that wrong.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Michelle!

Bill, I had a publishing hiccup with this one yesterday, so maybe that was what caused your problem!

shoreacres said...

Oh, this is wonderful! I have my best bird picture ever posted with my new blog entry - a red-winged blackbird. Do you have them? I love they way they cling to the grain and trill and sing, with their bright red and yellow wing patches shining in the sun!

You really do have a talent for haiku. I always enjoy them when you post them for us.

HKatz said...

No scent of wild garlic here. A couple of dead yellow jackets on the pavement tell me that the stinging insects are coming out and spring is on its way :)

Rita Odeh said...

Enjoyed reading.

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

I know the scent of wid garlic, it's the most tremendous for spring and memory, it's the heat of the sun of memory on the grass of time grabbing each blade by the neck with nostalgia and desire.

Carol Steel said...

An evocative post. Your haiku is powerful.

bunnits said...

Very nice