Unpainted, the garden gate lolls, awkward as a schoolboy at a first dance. Irises once stood along the wall. Yellow day lilies uprooted. I wonder why. The lone ponderosa pine peers over the roof, as if expecting our return.
In Springtime sky, lone
chickadee’s sing-song bright
as cherry blossom
©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun
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l i g h t room 
These words took me to a place I’ve never been but would long to go. I’ve never experienced, before your writings, simple words that can bring such vivid thoughts to mind. I thank God I happened upon your words. Thank you.
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TY so much, Sharon, I am glad to hear this, as that is what the creative process is all about — sharing experiences 🙂🌸🌿
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What beautiful wording paired with the perfect picture:) Love this:)
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Susan, this is delightful in many ways. Brings my mind and heart back to the simpler days of irises and wooden homes of the pioneers ❤️ I love the visiual of Hope in the new birth of Spring. Expect growth in the days to come🐣🌷
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🙂 TY Denise! I say ‘yes’ with you to HOPE and GROWTH
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