Poetry to pass the time as we await spring
A few haiku
Late winter gusts
bluff 'spring will never come.'
Fie, a lie!
I eye the sky.
Thin branch with bud
Slices winter moon in two.
Sun outside the glass
pretends.
Still freezing out there.
Late winter gusts
bluff 'spring will never come.'
Fie, a lie!
I eye the sky.
Thin branch with bud
Slices winter moon in two.
Sun outside the glass
pretends.
Still freezing out there.