Small red buds appear
On the eve of new green leaves,
Harbingers of spring.
Soon this moment flees.
I would like to linger here,
Relish beauty now.
Small red buds appear
On the eve of new green leaves,
Harbingers of spring.
Soon this moment flees.
I would like to linger here,
Relish beauty now.
Tags: Haiku, Poetry, tall oak trees
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Sounds fabulous! Harbingers of spring! ☺
Thanks. Happy spring to you. 🙂