Distressed Haiku

      by Donald Hall

 

 
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.