Through the Eyes of Springtime

Green blades press through flat winter-faded lawns. The quiet ash tree plans a late debut, buds awaking slowly. A woodpecker hammers a hollow drum solo. Crocuses bloom, a shy violet appears in sunny earth at the back door.

Mindfulness of Spring
like tea ceremony, a
reverent routine

©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun

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