Author: doorcountyinthemoment

frozen bud

blooms changes color falls

miracle ends

probably 

never be a bird

frees haiku to the wind

sits in a room 

of endless sky

wondering 

a sea 

of wildflowers 

butterfly sails 

far

from city noise

tranquility

soft breeze

of late spring over the sill

cardinal song wafts

 

gait

slows

wildflowers and butterflies 

 

poetry opens

windows and doors

seclusion exits

on a country road 

drunk with fragrance

honeysuckle and lilacs

 

over the noise 

of roofers hammers

cardinal sings

in tree branches

gold finches chase each other

wind tags along