(I didn't get on to post a haiku yesterday so I am giving you two today.)
held in the petal's cup;
spilled by the wind
It's one of those thrilling April days when the sunshine is warm and the chill breeze makes you want to jump and dance. We have the first grade class picnic after school and the kids are like lambs coming out of the barn. I'm bringing my chair and hoping to find a spot in the sun to watch them play. Nothing else on my agenda for right now...
and buds about to flower -
hold still a minute
The Friday Poetry round up is at Anastasia Suen's blog Picture Book of the Day. Go enjoy!