April 13th, 2009

ice

National Poetry Month -- Haiku 13


Many, many birds migrate through central Texas this time of year.
It's rather a riot of noise and color.

I can only identify a few birds by sight, so I appreciate them with a sort of happy ignorance.
I don't know them by name, but am awfully glad to see them again...

Within the past 14 months, we've pretty much destroyed our own personal landscape (save for the oaks and pecans) -- between submitting to a brutal drought and undergoing an endless remodel that allowed wheelbarrows, plywood and sawhorses to lay waste to what was previously grass.

What amazed and delighted me today was the realization that the birds don't care.
We remain on their flight path and they seem glad for it...



Haiku 13


yard done in by drought
truly inhospitable
the birds still break ground


-- Liz Garton Scanlon
    04/13/2009