Hankering (summer haiku)

In February, in this part of the world, the light has returned but the warmth remains remote. It is perhaps no wonder that the summer-themed haiku are written during the cold of winter. Gazing out the window upon the skeletal twigs, one leaps over buds and shoots of spring to the fullness of bloom and leaf. One holds in mind the gardener's triumph. Later there will be satisfaction in the progressions; now is the time of the recollection of grand delight.

fence-clematis dots
found in formations
as sky-crisp as flocks

In the muffled muteness of the snow, it is difficult to hold true to the constant mutability. Difficult but not impossible especially with the help of words and images.

And so for day 424