Haiku

My attempt at the form of haiku for the last day of April

Restless blossom breeze
Waters whirl, the dark too deep
Flowers in the pond

Swallows’ liquid song
Drop on fences, sing of seeds
Sow the field with shit

This timeless April
White blossoms too soon are gone
New leaves bud on trees

Absence of silence
The complexity of sound
Water breaks on rocks

Silent seduction
Moonlight wafts through window’s screens
Dark hair draped undone

Passive light on cars
The spokes of wheels spin and turn
The streets smell of rain