Haiku by Jennifer Kavanagh

The smell of wet earth
And the shrinking snow patches
Call me to walk out

The birds have come back
Fat, and ready to drop eggs
Alive with their song

After this slumber
The layers are peeled away
Revealing newness

My fast has begun
A transformation will dawn
After emptiness

A basket of greens
And a clay pot of shamrocks
Reach for the strong sun

Jennifer Kavanagh, Baraboo