Spring Haiku: Peacocks, Daffodils and Crisp Green Beans (Ode to Kevin)

Image by  gayulo  from  Pixabay

Image by gayulo from Pixabay

Last updated April 20, 2019

Mix fragrances from the Deep South with the sights and sounds of spring in California's East Bay, and you end up with a long, sensory-filled haiku. Rest in peace, Kevin the peacock.

Bright green spring arrived

cloaking hills and vales under

Mt. Diablo's eye.


In a cozy sphere,

Master Kevin the peacock

patrols his kingdom,


where children roam and

yurts sink into wild steep hills;

Traffic streams below.


Kevin is twenty.

Well done, Kevin the peacock!

Well done fragrant spring.


Low-hanging roses

bend across soft memories

of sweet gardenia,


luscious magnolia,

daffodils in mason jars;

Paper whites stand tall.


Well done noisy spring.

Cicadas sing in sweetgum;

Kevin screams his call;


Steaming, crisp green beans

beg for a dab of butter

and a pinch of salt.


by Laura Routh, 2017