| 早朝や 初クロッカスに 初明かり  early morning - the first sunray on my first yellow crocus Almost like a tiny heavenly candle lit on the brown earth, showing the way to spring ... |
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Crocus (Europe, worldwide)
Read my Haiku Archives from February 2007
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A very nice haiku, Gabi.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly brightened my day!
In my city neighborhood, I live in an end unit of attached row houses. Each unit has a little space for a 'pocket' garden in front, about ten feet by ten feet. Some people fill the space to overflowing with a lovely profusion of plants.
Others make a garden of three prim
and orderly rows of marigolds, followed-up by three prim and orderly rows of petunias, with plenty of bare dirt-desert in-between.
And others, not wanting to be bothered with weeding and watering, have cemented-over the space, turning yet more of the earth into a 'concrete jungle'.
the neighbor's garden
cemented-over: sunlit
where the crocus was
Larry
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Thanks for sharing your urban crocus, Larry san!
GABI
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ReplyDeleteMy Brussels flat is out of reach of the sun all winter. Then, every
February, there comes a day when, suddenly, the sunshine is back, and lights up my sitting room just before I leave for work in the
morning.
This year, that day was today. Winter is over!
first sunshine
across the roofs --
my vase sparkles
No crocuses here -- but a bunch of red tulips to enjoy.
Isabelle.
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cutting
ReplyDeletethrough the clouds, a blade
of sunshine
Ella Wagemakers
spell
ReplyDeleteglass grass shards tinkle
refract colors windy day -
look through my window
:)
I like this haiku.
ReplyDeleteI have a small container garden with a Cecil Brunner rose bush in a bg pot with trellis, gardenia, lavender, lemon balm and a little catus someone abandoned. My little garden like these small poems are precious to me.