*POETRY WARNING* Spontaneous Afternoon Tanka



Behold thee, Redbud:
Blooms erupting from thy skin
Break my heart for joy.

These droplets don't come from me
But Spring cries for both of us. 

Comments

  1. Tick. Tock.
    Nature's clock.
    Winter's frown
    Tightly wound.
    It's begun.
    Spring has sprung.

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