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.