What I tried but failed
To explain to my wife
Is that of the various things
I have come to truly believe
Over the last decade of life
Composting turns out
To play a key part in
What goes round the bend
To the next part
Vital like sex
The same mixing
Of like like and unlike
Whatever turns up next in
The three card monte
Of the afterlife
The confetti begins
The second phase of spring
When the tulips have burst
On the scene
The cherry is almost ready
While the magnolia petals
Have surrendered in number
Supine on the lawn
It’s all new and almost over
At the same time and
Li Shang Yin shudders
With delight
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
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
