Iris Jewels
Vernal equinox lift, sun rays colorize Spring with its magic wand. Bare branches and cold soil, warms to its touch. Irises, like a net looking for butterflies, catch reds, whites, blues and every green bud unfurling. The cerulean sky brighter, the watercan-rain bringing up earth’s babies. Seasonal rebirth. Laud of robins, coo of wintersnow doves, murmuration of starlings — wings land on olive branch. We shout, “Alive! Alive!” We thrive in the trill of adventure, the hope of eternal resurrection.
butterflies in net
the whole world in kindly hands
irises twinkle
4/3/21
Springtime Haibun
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
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