washwords

Peeking yellow, red
Tulips break the cold, dark, earth
Yet, still I shiver

Tired of winter
sniffling frozen noses
Grey, slow, roll of cloud

Yesterday, one ray
pierced straight through concrete path
I caught a glimpse: spring.

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You

SDSingleGirl‘s comment on my first photo post below reminded me that I’d actually been intending to say a bit more about tulips and my love for them. (Thought I’d post again in the spirit of transparency/not editing after the fact, and okay, so I could have an excuse to perfect my photoblogging and share more beautiful tulips with all of you. Read more »