Poem: [Untitled]
May. 24th, 2006 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebroadweHas spring come? The trees
Are laden with snow blossom;
Wrens sing like cuckoos.
(A haiku for inclusion in a longer prose work which may or may not ever see the light of day. The cuckoos are robins sometimes, depending on whether I'm looking out of my own window or a window in the story ... )
Are laden with snow blossom;
Wrens sing like cuckoos.
(A haiku for inclusion in a longer prose work which may or may not ever see the light of day. The cuckoos are robins sometimes, depending on whether I'm looking out of my own window or a window in the story ... )