Spring MorningEverything is green . . . light green, green, greener, the greenest. My entire garden is singing green.Trees are blooming.All around me,everything is sprinkled with apple blossom confetti. Flowers are peering through the blades of grass. Sun is shining brightly. The air is filled with spring sounds.
new love . . .
my dress rushes
Published in United haiku And Tanka Society