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Spring Haiku Blossom
by Julie Adams
the wind carries fresh air
to my skin, to my delight
cool as a cucumber
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Let it rain on me!
Water, feed my wanton soul,
let's see what springs forth
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Trees are budding now,
I can hear the birds again,
Spring is harmony
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Butterflies sing hymns
to a choir of field flowers,
a spring devotion
06/09/2011 Author's Note: Trying to flesh out a set per season
Posted on 06/09/2011
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/09/11 at 04:13 PM Nice diversity here in this group. Very evocative - refreshing, in fact. Thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/09/11 at 05:36 PM ...well jewels, ur off to a great start, cool expressions that can be felt. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/09/11 at 10:07 PM ... brilliant jewels, brilliant..... |
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