Sitting on the sunny porch steps with my bag hung on the scroll railing

Hornet did land near
on my catheter tube clear.
Cancer has no fear.

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A Nod to my NORD turning Japanese

Introduction from Poitou (11.1)

Four haiku for you
may you laughingly accrue
knowledge déjà vu.

A bright April day not quite Helvetic (21.17)

Sun achromatic,
Spring air diaphragmatic;
joy enigmatic?

Latinate Mood Contaminate (30.13)

Joyous incarnate
till your eyebrows machinate.
I must urinate.

Ode to the Norwegian, Edvard Grieg (18.5)

A peerless tone league
and orchestral folk blitzkrieg
renege my intrigue.

The hare that doesn’t share today

The Winter
harsher this late April
when it shouldn’t be
had receded from a sidewalk I walked
home on.
Only in late afternoon
had the warmth managed to melt the snow
there.
It was damp and gritty
but better
than the inch of harsh and crusty snow
that morning.
Then I came across it.
I don’t know from when.
Or how.
Perhaps ran over on the near
road and dragged or tossed
here.
But a stiff and flattened
bunny sat framed squarely
in the rectangle of the sidewalk
as if set in place
by some artist of proportion.
It lay on its side.
Fur clumped and grey rimed.
Head, paws, ears stretched out
somewhat surreal
with no flicker
no essence
just dead
grisly and
greeting what passes for Spring
this year.

B

Beautiful sunlight soaking into
the winterized house for days
has thawed me out enough to
find the sneakers, step out in a daze

unrebooted, unparka-ed on the ste-eep
of a stoop blinking at bright rays
and finally, tears wicked by sleeves, I creep
down to the yard among dried leaves,

crusty brittle snow piles, snowdrops too,
freshness in de scent. A buzzing
comes excited and achy eyes look through
grayscale to find a chubby yellow guy flying

back and forth, a little unsteadily hee hee
barely making light of weight
to careen here and there busily
looking for? What he last ate?

I could say he’s bumbling but can I?
When dehibernating is my lot too.
He’s just humming and so bee-ing.
I’m so human and just being.

F.W.R. Dickson Wilderness Area

One of the sites Larry and I picked in Quiet Spaces our Natural Areas of Waterloo Region guide (the inspiration for an earlier post of mine) is called the F.W.R. Dickson Wilderness Area. My wife and I visited it this afternoon to check the Spring action!
We saw black capped chickadees, sparrows and chipmunks. The boardwalk has seen better days but is still serviceable. It took some sliding on ice to reach it but if we get some more days like today and yesterday, it won’t be long before there’s no danger of that. Despite that fact there were lots of people enjoying the weather there.
There was lots of evidence of people feeding the birds (and chipmunks as a consequence).
As always it was a wonderful natural area to visit.