
As spring creeps in, I keep waiting for the charm of a proper snowfall. This unseasonably warm winter seem to have fooled no one but me. The young leaves of the butterfly bush takes a stand. They look sturdy and healthy. They’re not going anywhere, despite their encounter with a transient snowfall. They’ve suffered no harm.
spring comes alive
plant pots at the garden’s edge
wore winter like clutter
Pat R
2/03/2020
Dverse Poets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday and the prompt is “Spring”
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are “Charm & Harm”
For Eugenia’s Challenge where the prompt word is “Alive”