THE LOST BUDS EMERGE.
SUN MELTED FROST BRINGS FORTH SPRING
FLOWERS AND AN URGE
TO WANDER, AND SING
SITTING IN THE STRONG, BRIGHT GRASS
LISTENEING TO BIRDS
WHEN ALL THE LEAVES PASS
YOUR HEAD: LOST TUNES, NEVER HEARD:
UNKNOWN WHEREWITHAL
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
AND THE WONDER OF SNOWFALL
IS MORE DANGEROUS
The unremitting motion of this earth,
unnoticed is continued in its worth.
my first try at a haiku/sonnet hybrid