Haiku

April 16, 2020

Six Haiku

It's twenty-seven.

Merganser flock not so large.

Many coots – one loon.

When they are feeding –

coots, loons and mergansers dive.

Mallards are butts up.

The red-winged blackbird –

sings conk-la-reee, conk-la-reee.

The woodpecker taps.

The morning unfolds.

I hear trill from Chase Spring –

and first croak from coot.

Pursued by large white bird –

a Great blue heron flys low –

over Wingra – to marsh.

Exhaling its warmth –

the Council Ring Spring nurtures –

early bloodroot blooms.