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Has 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 ... )