by Neal Whitman
Spring Water… a bottled drink or the weather?
Spring Rain… a bath & shower gel or a romantic walk?
Whatever! It is a change of season, so it is time for haiku.
We started the 2011 haiku annual cycle feature indoors with a spinning wheel. Now, with the vernal equinox, we head outdoors, come rain or come shine. There we find the stuff of poetry: sweet showers of April follow March. Fast forward six centuries: “Now rain is falling, freshly, in the intervals between sunlight.” (Spring Rain by Robert Haas) On my end of town, (Pacific Grove on the Monterey Peninsula) we head south on Highway One to Big Sur.
covering the coast
mist and sun and showers