Spring Just Makes Me

Photo by S. Auberle

Though spring is not my favorite season,
I must admit there are powerful vibes in
the air. Who can remain untouched? A young
man (and woman's) fancy and all that, love
is in the air, the birds and the bees, etc., etc.

And poetry, oh what a time for poetry.
Maybe that's why April is National Poetry Month.

Two bittersweet haiku from the old masters:

Simply have faith: let all attachments go.
Do not blossoms scatter, even so?
- Issa

And so the spring buds burst, and so I gaze.
And so the blossoms fall, and so my days...
- Onitsura