We’re having such changeable weather lately, with perhaps 3 seasons in a day (several times over). Here are some haikus about this crazy month of May.
Last snow streak on rock
wind-chased clouds take shelter there
-would I had my own!
Now clear now cloud drift
we linger on in wonder
at the constant change.
Fogging up windows
like withered petals we crouch
in entrails of Tube
This day sleeves are short.
Still fresh before the swelter –
our sun-starved ghost arms.
