At last
you are shedding the neutral grey and white,
wrapping yourself in a green gown,
sparkling with iridescent dew
tumbling like velvet
into a glassy pool
still ice cold,
quivering on the brink.
Hear the promise:
morning chorus, finches singing
their hopeful hearts to spring.
#haibun (I hope!) for #NaPoWriMo Day 12
I’ve never tried a haibun before. I hope I’ve caught the sense of them.
I’ll let Etta James sing for Spring!
Thanks for the serenade! 🙂
Thanks. I enjoy reading your blog posts
this put a little spring in my step 😉
🙂 Aren’t you punny.
Gorgeous!
I’m glad you liked it!
The iceman goeth, soon. We have one more frost headed our way, tonight, then Spring will finally have sprung. Looks like other haibuns I’ve seen, but I’m not exactly a Wordsworth or Shelly.
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