#958 (#110)

the garden edges

are covered with young green plants

each waiting their turn

#35

this is not one thing

or the other, ‘snot static,

spring melancholy.

this is weather dependant,

this is very changeable.

#957 (#109)

spring field turned and tilled:

a bed made for the future,

from where the past grew.

#956 (sunday morrning)

in the swimming hall

seats that remind me of church

my boy is now god

#955 (#108)

climbing the steep hill

just for a glimpse of new lambs,

a spring tradition.

#954

my turnip children

tucked up and sleeping gently

until wake up time

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Written for the Tricycle February 2023 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, turnip, but was not entered.

#953 (#107)

spring melancholy

comes and goes with the ever 

changing weather fronts