April 24, 2011
Soft brick-red tassels
of the red maple drape down
like frozen fireworks.
One thing that has changed for me as I write these haiku about our garden and its surroundings is that I attend to it better. I notice things I did not take note of in the past. The garden seems stranger and more miraculous one moment, and thus more intimate and real the next.
Watching our red maple (Acer rubrum) come alive in the spring as it re-starts its annual cycle, I am amazed by how much I have missed in my own backyard. It displays first a fine brick-red when it flowers in clusters (as it does today in this haiku). Then the tree appears yellow-green as the leaves begin to open and green as they mature. Later, as the year wanes, they slowly turn to a purple as they transform themselves to red-orange before the leaves fall and the tree becomes barren once again for the winter.