This little sprinkle
will never douse
the fire of summer
Friday haiku 87
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Tag Archives: spring
Friday haiku 86
The spring wind sputters,
too tired to raise a ruckus,
bored already.
Friday haiku 83
A thousand messages
fill the night. “Over here!”
sing the chorus frogs.
Friday haiku 82
Another day
without color
among sparrows
Friday haiku 80
Winter, already
a memory pushed away
by fragile blossoms
