Haiku na seachtaine
Still very cold and wild, nothing growing yet – but wait!
On south and west banks,
primrose bloom out of that wind.
Bright splash in bareness.
(12/04/13)
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The woods are still in Winter mode, quiet, the forks of all the branches piled with needles, like so many nests…
Upstretched twiggy hands
catch pine needles in soft clumps.
Countless Sts. Kevin.
(05/04/13)