This week is hard. I know why, and I know it will pass. I am enjoying the warmer days and getting out for a walk after school. I knew I would find some joy outside, so I went out to find it. I got a little nervous because everything was brown and wet and dingy in the front year. I was looking for any sign of new life. I rounded to the side yard, and I spotted just what I was looking for - my daffodils. It is time for tanka.
Hiding at the base
of a barren lilac bush
tender buds protect
until the daffodil is
ready to trumpet, "I'm here!"
of a barren lilac bush
tender buds protect
until the daffodil is
ready to trumpet, "I'm here!"
On the other side of my house, I saw no such signs of spring. Instead, I found the remnants of winter, which calls for a shorter haiku because its days are numbered.
Even on sunny
days winter's ice lingers and
stubbornly recedes
Your poems really cheered me tonight, Heather! Thank you for the lift I needed. Getting outside is something I need to do MORE!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you found joy outside! I wrote a tanka for tomorrow's Slice. It is about a yellow flower I found in my yard today too. I love your choice of words- the daffodil is ready to trumpet".
ReplyDeleteYou are the second slice I've read about daffodils. They are one of my favorites! I need to get outside more this week. Thanks for the nudge.
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