Spring's hope

In the sun kissed glades of this ancient woodland,

childlike I wonder at the burgeoning buds,

the first flecks of petal dash,

the optimistic early April bees.

As the buff-tailed bumbles from primrose to violet,

I feel certain, unlike her, that my searching is done.

For all of life's meaning can certainly be found

here in the hopeful Springtime sun.

Haikus #1-6: Leopards and peacocks

1

The leopard skulks 'neath
this tree my banquet table

purring with delight.

2

These boughs are laden

with fruits that one day will fall

and I must follow.

3

A swarming carcass

tells of prowling predators

alert to my steps.

4

Precariously

the struggle intensifies

this desperate heat.

5

Against the dust brown

bright peacock feathers foretell

the coming monsoon.

6

The thirst to survive

quenched by thunderous downpours

of ominous clouds.