64th

most fragrant haiku

formed with love by a small boy

five crocus bouquet

63rd

a sea of starlings

furiously pecks for seed

mud sucking at claws

62nd

old cat reflected

in shiny ceiling fan blades

soon to spin alone

61st

sycamore shelters

tiny terraced drift of snow

fingered by the wind

60th

the rocks wait, lined up

a rainbow on a felled tree

for me to notice

59th

we bend down nose close

green flecks ready to unfurl

near melting snowballs

58th

scent of the moist earth

(my heart is full of flowers)

you will melt the snow

57th

creaky swinging bridge

thump of walking stick on slats

the river whispers

56th

pale crocus rising

leans in against the tombstone

where my shadow falls

55th

laughing rookie ducks

salty snowball smacks the chief

red engine, half hosed