distressed haiku

DISTRESSED HAIKU

In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.

I’m coming! Don’t move!

*

Once again it is April.
Today is the day
we would have been married
twenty-six years.

I finished with April
halfway through March.

*

You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.

Then they stay dead.

*

Will Hall ever write
lines that do anything
but whine and complain?

In April the blue
mountain revises
from white to green.

*

The Boston Red Sox win
a hundred straight games.
The mouse rips
the throat of the lion

and the dead return.

— 

Donald Hall (interview here), in his 2003 book The Painted Bed. His wife, the poet Jane Kenyon died in 1995.

April is National Poetry Month, so take a moment to appreciate the poetic among us sometime in the next four weeks.