Winter icicles stretch roof to hedge.
Squirrels burrow beneath snow-covered leaves
for ungathered acorns. Texas snow is fleeting –
they’re never prepared. They chase each other
shaking off the dusty snow. Up trees, over roofs
their blood is up and their appetites excited.
Spring comes early..and so do little ones.
I watch them racing past late blooming roses
and a single flowering quince.
* * *
Our aging shrub blooms.
The dying season cuts short
the hope for bouquets.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved
My first haibun. Hope it qualifies. I have written haiku for years..but still fall short of the mark.