Haikus Written in Russia but not in Russian (Spring)

At the beginning of autumn and winter, I wrote haikus about scenes in the park across the street from our apartment building.  As spring is budding out all over Moscow, it's time to add to the collection.  This season seems so fleeting, slow in coming but speedy in its growth. Before it seques into summer, I want to savor the freshness of each spring morning as I walk among the new leaves.  Please join me, once again.

seat of solitude

extends an invitation

in haste I decline

            hidden among branches

              gifts left for melodic songsters

    by adoring fans

              mirror of water

              multiply morning's glory

              in quiet grandeur

            symphony of life

            cresendos into being

            joyful voices all

scent of Russian spring

fragile as newborn petals

lives in lilac's heart

Haikus © Twylla Alexander 2011