Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday – 02/3/20: Spring
posted by Frank Tassone
I walk through my neighborhood peering into gardens,
hoping to see some green. The only shade of green
I notice is sore-bellied bird shit. No, it’s not
the name of a species of bird.
Today was unusually warm, bringing on the familiar
tickle I feel on my skin when the weather moves
in the right direction. The first ice cream truck
I see will convince me of Spring’s presence.
a sunflower seed
gently patted into earth
watched over each day