Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
long after it seems that light and hope have diedgreen spears push through dark earth and a bird calls in the night garden
this fragile hint of greenencased in ice . . .almost . . . i remember . . .
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this fragile hint of green
encased in ice . . .
almost . . . i remember . . .
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