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Winter Sea, Paul Nash, 1925-1937
‘Winter Sea’ by Paul Nash, 1925-1937. Photo credit: Paul Nash / WikiArt

Spring  

         *

Surprise!

Above the yellow-feathered forsythia

a blue-eyed moon 

         *

Sun by sun

the city’s silver-plated river

sheds its carapace 

         *

Vanishing point

Morning frost sublimes to air

with not a bead of dew  

         *

Unfruitful cherry

Your florid sacrifice ignites

a wintry heart 

         *

Tale of Importunate Dust:

today’s sneezing fit

tomorrow’s new grass 

         *

Whose carrion musings

mock the mellifluous hive?

Buzz-crazy flies 

         *

So brash so loud so brief:

how song-centered flocks

defy the destined cull 

         *

Lightning’s afterimage

Distant thunder —

Twin idioms of haiku.  

Summer

 

INFERNAL HEAT FRIES

INTERNAL CIRCUIT-BREAKER

    Suicide By Cop

         *

Another siren

scratches an invisible name

on night’s black hood 

         *

drip drip upstairs drip drip

neighbor’s drip drip AC drip drip drip

drip drip 

         *

Rainwashed-denim sky  

The scalloped fans of ginkgos preen

in a soft breeze

         *

Farm-market guilt

A glut of peaches

indelibly consigned to rot

         *

Litter-eating pigeons

churn each peck

into living iridescence

         *

Wind so dry

leaves sizzle like cicadas

On the horizon pink smoke 

         *

Weather Advisory from The Waste Land:

To Break Heat Wave 

Cue Sanskrit. 

Autumn 

         *

Hectic rust-red   quarantine yellow …

the death of leaves

the health of trees

          *

From a thinning wedge of sun

the season’s razor pares

its daily slice

         *

Pandemical-poetical-no-borders bug

– Haiku?

– Gesundheit!

         *

TV storm-tracker

All the death and devastation

minus the mess

         *

On chill Chelsea streets

young fashionistas bare

their fall-denying plunge

         *

The loons are long gone 

Where the lakeside path turns home

twigs snap like old bones

         *

A late V of geese arrows south

Dusk takes their cold cries

The smell of snow

         *

Hard wind rakes the stubble

Snug behind walls of silo and self

seeds bide.

Winter 

         *

A seamless blurring cleaves

the old year’s last storm

the new year’s first blizzard

         *

Sunday morning    snow in the street

weather-sealed windows

Triple stillness 

         *

Through milk-slick sidewalk ice

rock salt bores a fleet filigree

Ars brevis

         *

blood runs cold  Apt metaphor

of fear made flesh too weak

for spirit’s will

         *

Season of second thoughts

Under zipped-up heat

a layer of regret

         *         

On …

The glower of electric fire

without a lick of flame …Off

         *

My latest hibernation fail —

an unhealthy lust

for the sun’s touch

         *

What Shelley never taught:

The longer the wait

the warmer the welcome.

***

Gerald Jonas is a senior editor at WhoWhatWhy and a writer whose work has appeared in The New Yorker and The New York Times, as well as other journals large and small.  

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    Gerald Jonas is a senior editor at WhoWhatWhy and a writer whose work has appeared in The New Yorker and The New York Times, as well as other journals large and small.

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