“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.” -Marty Rubin
The beauty of spring is watching the first plants pushing up above ground, and seeing the early flowers bloom.
Gentle breezes caress me
The sound of birdsong.
What a strange thing! to be alive, beneath cherry blossoms. – Kobayashi Issa
After the pandemic arrived and we were on lockdown, one of our joys was watching the swans, and the expectation of cygnets. I wrote this haiku dedicated to the swans:
Cob* fluffs up his wings
To threaten the geese on shore
And protect his mate.
Swimming by the shore
Swans gliding, white against blue
Wag their tail feathers.
Male swan makes a nest
Lined with some sticks, grass and leaves
Mate will lay eggs soon.
*”Cob” is a male swan.
And then she began to lay her eggs…a total of five by mid-April.
A pair of Canada geese swim with their goslings in May. (The swans lost their eggs in a violent spring storm!)
Meanwhile, the warm weather brings people out walking, with their dogs, and stopping to chat.
And when were walking, we listened to the sounds of nature…including the pecking of a woodpecker.