Writers Circle Prompt: Haiku

 People march today
to protest the dismantling
of everything.

Does this forest hold
its breath while wires buzz and cars
travel the roadways?

Windows open to
songs of distant birds and
nearby roof nesters.

Sun shines, piercing
everything. This was
worth waiting for.

Sun and clouds play tag.
Clouds appear to be winning, 
but sun fights to shine.

High humidity,
yet birds sing freely while our
freedom of speech dies.

How busy the birds
are! Rushing through the tree tops
and across the fields.
They would object to
caging an innocent, and
would flock to save her.

While the wind rests, birds
on important tasks glide tree 
to tree and beyond.

More grey, with pink and 
white blossoms shining through--
a gift from the sun.

No sunbeams today.
A gentle rain keeps skies grey
while plants and streams drink.

Nine O'clock A.M.,
a sunbeam broke through the grey
cloud cover and hit me 

Soft muddy ground lines 
sidewalks along the way to
our weekday protest.
Two old ladies sit
in rollators, hold signs facing
the road, and count beeps.

Sunny and frigid
and way too quiet despite
breeze in greening trees.
Waiting for the next
shoe to drop, picture DT
with one hundred feet.

Hold your sign high! Sing
"hands off," marching, determined,
to power centers.

Tulip tree petals
form slippery tunnels with
pink above and below.
People march despite 
rain, wind, fog, floods, broken trees,
and downed power lines.

A massive rainfall 
moves across the country, and
we wait in stillness.

While nature sings, I
sit in an early morning
meeting and listen.

I'm trying to break
the cold with music, trying
to hear the trees sing.
 
Lion-like, the black cat
guards my bed, her eyes aglow
in humid half-light.
 
Again and again
the trees counsel to let go
of fear and to thrive.
 
Camellias, tulips,
and lilacs brighten an all
grey and chilly day.
 
Can you hear the song
of trees stretching up to meet
the sun's warmth and light?
 
Our crude President!
How do trees and hills stay so
composed and peaceful?
 
A grey abundance
of rain soaks sleeping fields, and
wakes them into green.
 
"Do not fear moving
forward," the trees say, as if
we were the clouds and wind.
 
The blood moon lunar
eclipse hovered over us,
then left us alone.
 
Let's forget the world
for a minute, and drink in
a tree's spring budding.
 
What, to the forest
Is daylight savings time? Save
the climate instead.
 
Though the air is cold,
happy magnolia blossoms
dance in bright sunshine.
 
How cautiously sun
arrived, peeking through the trees
and telephone poles.
 
Daylight savings time
comes, but doesn't save us from
wrong alliances.
 
Today's sun beckons
us to come out and play, to
come out and protest.
 
No sunbeams today.
A gentle rain keeps skies grey
while plants and streams drink.
 
Coldness takes over
the entire country as its
alliances change.
 
Sunny and frigid
and way too quiet despite
breeze in greening trees.
Waiting for the next
shoe to drop, picture DT
with one hundred feet.
 
A massive rainfall
moves across the country, and
we wait in stillness.
 
High humidity,
yet birds sing freely while our
freedom of speech dies.
 
While the wind rests, birds
on important tasks glide tree
to tree and beyond.
 
Again the sun calls
for us to go outside and
live, love, and save lives.
This is spring rising
over the earth, not stopping,
not compromising.
 
More grey, with pink and
white blossoms shining through--
a gift from the sun.
 
Finally, a bit
of LA's famous sun warms
the walkways and air.
 
Sun shines, piercing
everything. This was
worth waiting for.
 
Equal night and day
edge toward more daylight and
higher temperatures.
Happily, spring will
not read newspapers, will not
freeze in a panic.
 
How busy the birds
are! Rushing through the tree tops
and across the fields.
They would object to
caging an innocent, and
would flock to save her.
 
Hold your sign high! Sing
"hands off," marching, determined,
to power centers.
 
People march despite
rain, wind, fog, floods, broken trees,
and downed power lines.
 
Dampness and grey skies
give way to sun's onslaught. Grass
sparkles and trees sigh.
Everything's taller--
even humans straighten up
and prepare for peace.
Breathe now with the trees
to strengthen spirit, mind, and
heart for endurance.
Feel the power of
deep breaths as your centers
settle on right action.
 
Sun and clouds play tag.
Clouds appear to be winning,
but sun fights to shine.
 
Windows open to
songs of distant birds and
nearby roof nesters.
 
The ICE hits where least
expected, breaking up homes
built slowly over time.
I feel even trees
are holding their breath for where
the next boot will fall.
Meanwhile what's going
on with refugees isn't
in the daily news.
 
People march today
to protest the dismantling
of everything.
Does this forest hold
its breath while wires buzz and cars
travel the roadways?