Tuesday's prompt was to write a haiku or to write about a haiku.
syllables confound
images lost in counting
cherry blossoms fall
wild japonica
blooms deep red by the roadside
as in other years
The first red tulips
open to rain and in shade
bright white trillium
duck under the bough
that crosses the walk, heavy
with petals and rain
let go the number
feel each poem fill you like breath
spring will not linger
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