Long walks
in what use to be...
Spring marsh
& summer's edge
forrest paths
along the lake.
in what use to be ...
Scented
three/four leaf clovers,
honey-suckle vines
lilacs & lilies
Now frozen still...
An
Ornithologist
twitches...
as winter’s snow covers limbs
broken by & snapped crisp
in what use to be...
a time
one's youth
a season.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
Long walks
in what use to be...
Spring marsh
& summer's edge
forrest paths
along the lake.
in what use to be ...
Scented
three/four leaf clovers,
honey-suckle vines
lilacs & lilies
Now frozen still...
An
Ornithologist
twitches...
as winter’s snow covers limbs
broken by & snapped crisp
in what use to be...
a time
one's youth
a season.
Good morning dear Emma, our haiku writing Ornithologist poet. I take long walks through the woods watching the seasons change, thus the view changes too.
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