April —
Finally, spring.
Waking to birdsong;
Rain,
Evening thunder.
Diaphanous afternoon sunlight,
How
It turns
Budding leaves gold.
Robins
Take refuge
At my birdfeeder.
Days grow warm.
I stay inside.
Prompt Day Ten: I used the prompt to write a hay(na)ku, a poem of three lines with a one-word incremental growth in each line. This is a hay(na)ku sonnet. Also, if I seem to write a lot of tangentially quarantine-based poetry, I hope you’ll understand.
