The Germination Song

Well before I saw the first bud of the year

Had begun to open

I heard the first plink

Of the germination song

You know spring first

By the sounds rising

In the back yard

The dogs barking 

Amidst the rising chorus

Of birdsong

It won’t be long now

And I swear I can

Hear the gears turning

Deep in the soil

As the year begins

To sing along

Out of sight the gears

Of the new year have begun

To turn in the soil

Things coming along

The germination song

It won’t be long now

#haiku #germination

A Few Words (revised) on the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn

To speak more naturally

As does the gnomon

By means of shadow

In direct translation

Of the sun

On intimate terms

With time as well

Its passing duly noted

In every utterance

Grasping at words

Fleet as light as they

Rocket through air

Yet land precisely

Upon dial or page

 

Aspiring to a gnomic style 

Is a mere tautology

And therein lies the joke

To be both pithy and redundant

Reveals the double sided

Nature of truth

A Few Words Written In the Hope for a Style More Gnomic

 I’d like to learn 

To speak naturally

As does the gnomon

By means of shadow

And in direct translation

Of the sun

On intimate terms

With time as well

Its passing duly noted

In every utterance

As each line falls

Upon dial or page

To grasp at words

As fleet as light

In mere passing

As they shoot

Through the air