the birth of morning
a song sung in the tree tops
by Spring’s heralds
chills hang still in air
as trees show their first new buds
but snow is coming
will this life continue
or die under April snow
only the Earth knows
nonetheless birds sing
their overture to warm Spring
whis’ling through graveyards.
April 3, 2007 at 9:13 am
What images you have created. It is such a time of birth and rebirth.
April 3, 2007 at 10:43 am
lovely scene setting haiku.
April 3, 2007 at 10:51 am
Spring’s heralds- I love this line…
April 3, 2007 at 12:25 pm
bgfay,
Like a spring salad of fresh sprouts and greens your haiku brings the tart taste of renewal. You are very observant.
rel
April 3, 2007 at 3:13 pm
How right you are that spring is often foiled by late snow. I love how all of these work together as a group.
April 4, 2007 at 12:58 am
Snow is relatively new to me, I do not know what a late snow can do, your Haiku has told me.