Poetry Corner: Spring Fever

POETRY CORNER

Wildflowers (Photo – Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff).

– 4/25/18

Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

What an unusual winter we have had all over the USA, and here it is reflected as a sparkling mood of stepping beyond boundaries. Michael Rehling, at the heart of our Poetry Corner today, finds ‘a way to stretch reality into something more’. Carol MacRury goes beyond species, enchanted at the bird sanctuary. All the poets allow words and nature to create an irresistible ‘spring fever’ by which they are ‘undone’ as Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff says, in a most delightful and fascinating of ways.

~ Kathabela​​

Wood duck (Photo – Carole MacRury).

Carole MacRury

Spring fever was in the air at the bird sanctuary. Mated mallard pairs kept a jealous eye on each other, single ducks quacked their way in circles as if uncertain where to go next. A few female ducks splayed their feathered wings and tails while resting in the dust as if to say, look how pretty I am. Nesting geese quarreled over the best nesting sites.

scattering seed…
parents chasing toddlers
chasing birds

I felt quite plain standing next to the wood ducks with their brightly colored feathers. One approached me with great interest. I thought of reaching out to stoke his head but then didn’t. I did let him know I thought him a handsome fellow to which he slightly raised his head-feathers in response. His mate was not too far off, so I thought I’d better behave.

spring fever…
remembering the one
that got away

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dalton perry

wildflowers
one day
we’ll spring together

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My own nature haiga by Michael Rehling.

Michael Rehling

visionary reality

the best side of me is not grounded in reality. my habit is to stretch what we call reality into something more. reality is a fabric of our making but to be visionary you need to see through and past these constructions. the fruit of a walnut resides within.

impossibly
rain fills the barrel
with a rainbow

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Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff

his words
my wildflowers come
undone

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Michael Rehling

this morning
seeing it so clearly
fog

the scent of it
clears my mind
spring

i order
geraniums
falling snow

removing sandals
at the front door
bowing to the cat

touching
moist cold ground…
the too soon seeds

seeing and knowing
now the same
the eyes of birds

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Carole MacRury lives in Point Roberts, WA​. She says: “I visit Reifel Bird Sanctuary in all seasons. It’s where I go to be inspired and to take photographs. Thousands of migrating birds pass through each year, and each time I walk its many paths I come away with new experiences and interactions. I find that life in the sanctuary often reflects our own human lives.”​ Reclusive suburban writer dalton perry lives in La Canada, Flintridge in Southern California. He usually hides his haiku in a jasmine plant by the pool.​. and sometimes in his pocket.​ ​Michael Rehling live​s​ simply,​ cultivating “Beginners’ Mind​” in the North Woods of Michigan, just north of the 45th parallel. ​He says: ​”My wife, and our two cats watch the seasons change in the woods behind our home. We are vegan, own a 73 Volkswagen Super Beetle, and walk in the woods or around the two restored lighthouses about a mile from our home.​” He calls himself a “Failed Editor” of the online senryu oriented journal “Failed Haiku” and is loved by the many who appreciate his supportive humble attitude. High school French, yoga, and culinary teacher Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff lives in Tucson, AZ. She often can be found taking long meandering walks and snapping nature photos along the way. Her​ wildflowers are from African violet seeds thrown last winter by her sister in their mom’s front yard. As they swayed in the wind she imagined them swooning to a love poem…

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