Good morning!
It’s Monday, and it’s International Haiku Poetry Day.
We start the new week
squinting at fuzzy catkins
counting syllables.
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances”― Bashō
Onwards,
Clara
Good morning!
It’s Monday, and it’s International Haiku Poetry Day.
We start the new week
squinting at fuzzy catkins
counting syllables.
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances”― Bashō
Onwards,
Clara