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5 Haikus

 

leaves growing green

deeper than lost shadows

birdsong soundtrack

 

 

bleached driftwood sleeping

blanketed by swaying grass

a chorus of frogs

 

 

the pull of the beach

an ocean mesmerized

toes curl in the sand

 

 

blossoms punctuate

this animated landscape

spring revelation

 

 

intertidal echoes

resonate against the sand

gulls soar overhead

 

 

David Trudel   © 2014

 

 

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Clipped

This time of year I carry clippers when I walk the trails

Green explosions create havoc

With sprawling tendrils encroaching on crushed gravel paths

Branches shaking hands overhead

To make arched tunnels

That I trim judiciously to bikini line smoothness

I watch for outliers and beachhead seekers

Clipping as I walk through an eruption of spring growth

Liking the rough margins

Blurred edges

That dog this trail

Kept in check by clipped edits and marginal notations

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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Unsprung

An unseasonal preview of summer has accelerated growth

Into greenfloods of underbrush

Tendrils leaping across trails with exponential growth

Which I clip as I walk along judiciously editing trail margins

Woodpeckers rattletap deadwood

Hoovering up invertebrates

With the enthusiasm of teenagers eating potato chips an hour before dinner

 

Bracken ferns appear full grown overnight

When I see them I remember how we’d pull them up

Strip the fronds to create spears

Then engage in pseudo wars of childhood play

Or lurk along the edge of the road to ambush passing cars

Until the time that truck stopped

Backed up

After being hit with our meager broadside

I had rarely seen someone so angry before

That anger directed at me and my friend Chris

It hit us like the punch that vein popped, redfaced truck driver would have thrown

If we hadn’t sprinted into the forest surging ahead adrenalin charged

To vanish safely in the greenswarm of spring memories

 

Yesterday’s spring green luster has faded on the parched hilltop here

Purple and yellow wildflowers have gone from prime to seed too soon

Summer drabs replacing verdant easter bonnets

Khaki shorts instead of jeans

In the distance Mount Baker has started to show his ribs

Melting away winter’s extra layer

I read the smudged horizon to plot mainland cities spilling skycrap

Like wild beasts marking their territory

So I turn into the prevailing offshore breeze

To breathe the scent of tomorrow

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Spring Day

It wasn’t tentative at all

This spring day

It didn’t brush your lips with a delicate promise

It french kissed you and grabbed your ass

Slipped a naked leg around yours

To send you sprawling onto the mossy carpet

Where you might have noticed butterflies and flowers

If you weren’t already distracted

On this spring day

David Trudel  © 2013

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Harbour

It’s passing offshore

Silhouetted against the far peaks

Everything seems to be some shade of blue or grey

Except for the lightening silver of tossing waves

It’s some kind of warship from the naval base

Keeping the peace and doing a fine job

Since it’s nothing if not peaceful here today

Freshmowed lawns roll from road to rocks

Under the snapping flag that illuminates the breeze

The park is littered with dedicated benches

Each plaque a shorthand biography in brass

Seagulls cry and play in freshening gusts

Childs play for them after yesterday’s gale

I inhale virgin air off the Pacific

Cleansed by the long journey from that further shore

Dandelions and daisies cross stitch the lawn

One lone sailboat heels into the wind, making time

A young mother with a sports stroller airs out her child

Barely noticing the view as she texts and talks

And stares at the phone clutched talisman tight

The gulls upswell into a formation of imprecision

Looking for balance points where they hover briefly

Then it’s slip, slide and goodbye

In the parking lot cars come and go

Most doors never open

As this seems to be a place to wolf down a quick meal

Or a quick smoke

The warship slows and heads for port

Belching smoke as she powers down

I sit and watch a crow waddle across a grassy corner

At first tentative and hesitant it scares up worms to deftly swallow

Stopping occasionally in a prime location to feast

Like a teenager with a side of fries

A swathe of slate grey clouds push forward

Inner city sidewalk clearing in their youthful bluster

So I leave the bench and spring behind

When I turn to look, the crow has gone

While the gulls continue their resonant entreaties to the wind

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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Cherry Blossoms

Clouds swirl haloes overhead

Petal flurries drift pinkly underfoot

Delicate snowdrifts form

Offering an illusion of winter’s memory

Snowballs formed from these blossoms

Fly apart upon release

Leaving scented fingers tinged like rosy cheeks

We make lavender snow angels tinged roseate

Beside sidewalks that haven’t known shovels

Since being laid

Here in this smoothcurbed place

Receiving benedictions of warm blizzards

Cherry blossoms granting glimpses

Of alternatives

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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Preview

Barely into spring along comes a preview of summer

A day that melts chocolate into fondue moments

Breezes that freshen but barely cool

So warm everyone unlayers to minimal threads

On the road, convertibles are a common envy

Their drivers made glamorous by the rolling role

While the rest of us crank down the windows

Or crank up air conditioners

Feeling toasted inside metal walls

Still, its too early to think of complaining of the heat

This welcome return after a long hibernation

We smile at the coming attractions

Waiting for summer blockbusters to follow

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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Late Twilight

Daylight was sticking around

Like that awkward guy at the party

A little heavy and ponderous

Not very colorful at all

Kind of withdrawn

Encountering the late twilight of early spring is surprising

Like meeting an old girlfriend

Falling for her like before

I’d forgotten how beguiling you are, I’d say

Remembering the quick fade to black of winter

I’ll see you tomorrow then, she’ll smile

It’s a date

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

 

 

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Vernal EQ

This half measured day calls a timeless tune

Predictable as birthday cake candles

Negative ions dancing in the wind take note

Spinning into and out of control

Tripping over light’s fantastic reascendance

Keeping the quarter note beat

So movingly

In the silence of forever

In our steady state of becoming

Where everything changes inside the sameness

Improvising new riffs within a brilliant arrangement

Even your repulsion is attractive

Within this tethered bondage

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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Springtime

I really shouldn’t have worn gloves today

By the time I was too far away to go back home

I had to take them off

I stuffed them in my pockets

Dense morning fog left leaves glistening

Emotionally the gloves are off too

As fear and anxiety

And doubt and hate

Tag team me in the uncanvassed ring inside my head

Leaving me with my eyes glistening

As I walked on birdcalls burst through headphones

Reminding me about the real playlist I should be listening to

Instead of these pleasant distractions

Which is what a lot of us end up doing

Creating pleasant distractions of short term pleasures

In our lives of gilded leisure

Which leave us feeling a little guilty

A little hollow

A little unresolved

So I resolve to pay closer attention to strategic arcs

Move purposefully from goal to goal

Within some shapeshifting masterplan

That I’ll get to tomorrow

Now, the air stirs in the warmth of spring

I realize my jacket’s liner is no longer needed

Just the opposite, so I unzip and feel breezekissed

Tasting freshness on the wind

 

 

David Trudel   © 2013

 

 

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