Wind howls like Winter
Blooming trees herald Springtime
My window sole view
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Sounds like your Winter is too comfortable to leave!
Thanks for your observation, Bill. The place I am coming from is the confusion of the seasons and I’m socially distanced with a limited view of the things going on. Maybe a Haiku is like a Rorschach test for readers, and writers. Maybe I do mean I’m in no hurry for the summer and its heat.
Or, what I like to call April. 😉
That’s it, Dale.!!
Interesting how a limited view of what’s going on can affect our perspective of things.
I am finding this out, Andrea. It means figuring out a lot of new things at once. I haven’t found my peace in it yet.