The clocks have been set forward, the days are getting longer, and there is a rumor that spring is here. I forget how turbulent March can be. It’s like the weather can’t decide. There is a war between hot and cold, humid and dry, that causes wind and storms and then bright sunny days and flowers.
I love spring flowers. My photo app is full of them. One of my favorites is the wisteria vine. Wisteria is an invasive species in South Louisiana. My husband hates the insidious vines that rot wooden railings. I’ve lost the battle over trying to keep it in our yard. But this week they were blooming beautifully in our neighborhood. On my walk, I smelled their fragrance before seeing the vine.
Lavender leaves weep
Margaret Simon, March haiku
wander in March windy ways
fragrant springtime tears
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Reflections on the Teche 
We dream of having wisteria on our property, Margaret. Funny, the two perspectives!
I love this! (And this poem/photo/Slice reminded me that I wanted to get a picture of the crocus coming up in my garden before the rabbits feast on them!)
Lavender petals clustered on a vine,
Desired for their beauty and fragrance,
Hated for their invasive nature,
Wisteria, a sign of spring.
I like how you’ve shown both sides of the wisteria.
I am intrigued by the fact that wisteria is an invasive species. I have been reading more about invasive plants in our area as well and I’m quite interested in learning more.
I enjoyed your poem. I think, for me, it the way the m, l and w sounds connect throughout. Music to the ears.
I may be back with a poem. My stop today reminded me of the challenge I want to learn more about.
When I started to write, I wrote that it was a native plant because it grows so readily and wild. But further research made me think it’s an invasive plant. I hope you will be back with a poem.
Hard to hate something so beautiful in bloom (purple loosestrife does the same beautiful invasion in our lake.) Love the image of weeping/tears in your haiku.
clinging to fence posts
arching over treetops
wisteria blooms
Lovely!
Clinging and arching are great descriptors.
Love how you captured the action of the wisteria.
Coloring the world
With smiles and mood brighteners
Flowers say it all
Flowers are color in our world. They certainly brighten my mood.
Kim, great metaphors for flowers!
Purple flowers climb
Royalty that both annoys
And makes beautiful
Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Isn’t that the way of royalty?
Beautiful photo, Margaret, and I love the repeated sounds in your poem!
I ADORE wisteria, Margaret! It was the main character of a series of historical fiction I wrote. Because…
wisteria
whispers
of bygone days
I want to know more about your historical fiction writing. Wisteria is a wonderful name.
Fran, love how your personify the wisteria.
scent-filled lavender blossoms
suckle the fence
Love the s sounds.
Thank you, Margaret! What a beautiful picture. I don’t know wisteria on a personal level, so I wrote a silly poem about the naming of the wisteria/wistaria, based on the Wikipedia page. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisteria
Wistful wisteria
Evaluating his etymology
Euphonic
Hardy
Abounding
Fragrant
It doesn’t really matter who his father is
How clever this is.
Oh, I like that word invasive…so full of meaning similar to how weep holds meaning.
violet evening
that’s what she was all those years
invasive beauty
Love the personification and your use of invasive. So evocative.
Margaret, I love how you personify the wisteria with “weep” and “springtime tears” in your haiku. I’ve never seen wisteria before, but it’s amazing and beautiful plant. I have been longing for spring colors here.
winter go away
spring wants to play
purple crocus bloom today
Gail Aldous