Snow lies:
spring is here, coiled
in curled fiddlehead ferns
unfolding under snow, a thaw
I taste
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…’er … have you copied / pasted and missed a line dear friend?
Nah–what did I mess up?
LOL, fixed my oops!
Cinquain is one of my favorite forms. I wrote one for the beginning of each section of my poetry book. Yours is lovely.
Thanks, Morgan. I originally left out the fourth line, making it less cinquain and more of an oops!
Fab ~ nice one Susan 🙂
Hee, hee–thanks!
Lovely Susan…crabbyquains coming soon…
OH! I love the term…can’t wait to see it. That’s 3 culinary posts (sort of) in a row for me–I need to get out of the kitchen 😉
Better now. I want a bite of spring, too.
😉 my woods are full of them. I do a **tiny*** bit of foraging for spring salads.
fiddlehead ferns – a phrase made for poetry
Yes! I loved the sound of those. Thanks!
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Very nice. The last line is powerful
Thanks, Celestine! How goes your health and the haiku challenge?
The forecast looks promising but yesterday winter reminded us it is less than three weeks passed in the rear view.
Yes–true. Sigh. Now I have to go get brakes on my car. Have a wonderful morning!