Last weekend's winter weather should have prompted these lines of haiku, but I was too busy enjoying daffodils and magnolias, blooming in London.
Come late Sunday my plane landed back here in the Cities at the end of a fierce winter storm. A rude reminder of why mid-April is no guarantee of soft spring days.
Minnesota Haiku - April
Foolhardy warblers
traveled off-season too soon,
hunker in hedges.
No geese on the wing,
their favorite resorts late
to open, iced in.
Crows in black trench coats
laugh at spring blizzards, swap storm
stories in tree tops.
Buds on bare branches
hold close their cards, refuse to
gamble with north winds.
The crab apple tree,
Shiva arms askew, gathers
snow garlands, not blooms.
Only the crocus
defies winter-scapes, pops like
a jack-in-the-box.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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