(haibun-type with Elfje)
Six twenty-eight this morning was the official time;
however Spring may be delayed as Winter hangs
on to the petticoat of warm hopes, like a child clinging
securely to their mother not wanting to let go for
fear of being forgotten, not ready to move forward.
Seeks attention as
Mother Nature moves towards
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dew dawn grey drops dot
the clinging greens of summer
maple looks to fall…
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