husks of leaves
cup the fresh sunlight and trills
from tiny birds
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Namasté the Spiritual Way #2 pilgrimage, another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Johnny Thunders –
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breathtaking!
It’s so nice when you catch those first glimpses of spring peeping out from under the dreary winter, isn’t it? 🙂
I am glad to see you again here … with a very nice haiku.
Thanks, Chèvrefeuille. The first haiku moment I’ve managed to capture for a while.. 🙂
And the master returns!
I agree with Janice
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Oo the baddie from Dr Who? Where??! [looks around nervously and wishes his niece was here because she knows how to defeat every monster in the DW universe…]
Having hibernated for a while I’m back to fumbling with those 17 syllables. It’s amazing how quickly you get rusty…
Thanks, Jen 🙂
Yeah, I’m horribly rusty too, lol…!