April 3, 2018
This morning I decided to write a simple haiku. It metamorphosed into a cinquain. Then got completely out of control and ended up here, far from where I began in both content and format.
Holding fast to our belief in the righteousness of spring
This morning I decided to write a simple haiku. It metamorphosed into a cinquain. Then got completely out of control and ended up here, far from where I began in both content and format.
Holding fast to our belief in the righteousness of spring
We march into winter
Stalwart against the dim lit days and dark dreary nights
We rejoice in the first snow
Embrace midwinter festivals of light
Hopeful as daylight doggedly returns
We slog through
We slog through
Mud and rain and snow
Mud and rain and snow
Ad nauseam
Until
Peering through barren branches at an overcast sky
Until
Peering through barren branches at an overcast sky
In search of sun and warmth
Doubt niggles in
Oh, sorry you didn't hold fast, and "doubt niggles in". It's metamorphosed into a rant, right?
ReplyDeleteKind of. Not so much where I live with my picture window full of ornamental cherry blossoms, but many of my Canadian friends woke up to another snow storm today.
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