april’s last day haiku

twilight star balanced
on the last bit of mountain
promises us spring.

night is warm enough
for me now – the blanket light
around my shoulders.

the tire swing could not
fly any higher – with each
push they squeal it does.

green grass so still it
moves me, and underneath teems
every kind of life.

the longer I sit,
the more I understand the
relevance of trees.

something sacred rides
in on the voice of springtime’s
first solo cricket.


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