
bluejays shake their wings
cottonfloss snowflakes tumble
snowdrops dip low
Copyright 2025 Brenda Davis HarshamNotes: Spring can’t be long despite today’s winter sampling of hail, snow, sleet and freezing rain. Bluejays darted in the trees, and the bulbs rose, undaunted and unmoved. May you rise to Spring with as much constancy.
Bonus: here’s a taste of Spring from another poet:
“and suddenly, from out of nowhere, whirls the pear-bloom, upon us, and apple- and almond- and apricot- and quince-blossom, storms and cumulus clouds of all imaginable blossom about our bewildered faces”
— from Craving for Spring by D.H. Lawrence
Love this one too!
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You are soooo good at writing haikus!!
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We had tiny snow storms yesterday, like baby ones. They tried, but nothing really happened.
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And your poem was lovley.
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Today the green is covered by snow here, but it won’t stick. It can’t because the world is too full of warmth.
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Lovely
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beaufiful words beautiful photo 💜💜
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What a wonderful haiku and image, Brenda. Hope really is green! xoxo
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Thank you!
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✨👌
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Each time we see the greening of the tree leaves, grass etc there is this amazing feeling. I like watching those films that show the movement of plants as they begin to grow and green.
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Yes. The greening is fleeting but changes the whole world. Each year that passes, I love it more.
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I’ll take it all, including your lovely haiku, all welcoming signs of spring!
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Yes, please! It’s coming, despite today’s snow.
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A lovely haiku and apt bonus
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Thank you!
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Sweetness. Hope you are well.
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