BASHO IN THE BACKYARD
Bare branches tickle
tummies of soft scudding clouds
hammock in winter
The fish swim slowly
undisturbed by frog’s leap
pond waits in winter
Armadillo digs
rooting for worms she worms roots
after winter rain
The chickens are gone
neighbour moved and took them
silence in winter
Patter on tin roof
squirrels play chase and mate
winter almost over
Relax your ear hear
buds and blossoms soften sound
wind chime in spring