I'm currently taking a tai chi class and some of us write haiku to celebrate the season. I'm not sure I honored spring so well, but here are my offerings:
Still winds and other
oxymorons fill my head,
empty of wise thought.
Cat chases yarn ball
paws move like wood, like water.
I, too, play tai chi.
Flower petals bloom
My arms are curling tendrils
Reaching for the sun.
Tea leaves float upward
my hands absorb the sun’s warmth
dan tien steeping.
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