
Red Bank Battlefield, NJ
It is warm for February, but not as warm as I thought it would be. A cool wind blows across the choppy river. I put on a hat to cover my ears–still I hear the trees whisper, “spring is coming,” as I see shoots and leaves poking from the ground.
bare branches beckon,
sun’s chariot draws closer
waking earth with light
It has been a mild winter, but I’m ready for spring. It was good to see a blue sky yesterday. Though we’re back to dreary grey today, I’m excited to see crocuses, and even a few daffodil leaves emerging from the ground.
Frank asked us to write about the coming of spring for Haibun Monday at dVerse.
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