I will give poems a rest for a while
give myself a break and others too

just lie on my bed and propped high
with my big red day pillow

look at the tree close outside
where yesterday

a blackbird sang and sang and sang
I was enraptured

and wrote a poem about how
no one heard

all the deaf are  listening
to their own plugged in music

while all around the earth is
heaving with new life

the winter blanket thrown aside
so that spring air and spring sun

can midwife bear new leaves
snowdrops and jonquils

no church bells ring so they
come  in modest silence

harbingers in all colors
to say a new year is here

and warm enough that
our skins can feel it too

creativity
works in mysterious ways
found object sculpture

last night a blackbird
singing his heart out for Spring
none paused to listen

You should know
that death has
many hats
and no honor
and you,
believing yourself inviolate
are his target.

Death covets you
and shining bright
in your own belief system
envisaging unlimited days
memorable sunsets
and a forever future,
are a prize catch

He will approach
smiling
and tip his hat
and you respond cheerily
and too late know
you are marked
for no tomorrow

He wins again
and you go with him
as you have to.

It is so written

look in the mirror
balding dome still a temple
each hair a heritage

my followers come
three by three makes nine in all
a crowd starts with one

haiku fresh and hot
for you and for the lady
vinegar with that?