Spring’s sweet scented breath
Dawn’s alarm opens petals
Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month! Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.
Today on my drive to work, I rolled down the window near the train tracks where wisteria has become invasive. The scent reminds me of undergrad and the dorm where I lived for three years. With rainclouds above, streams of snowy pollen below, and the scent of wisteria in my lungs, I waxed nostalgic. I felt it a perfect time for a seasonal haiku.