The misty blanket of snow is melting. Maybe spring is not far behind. Soon the squirrel by my window will stop sleeping in his nest of cardboard papers covering the snow. Light green leaves will sprout and flowers will bloom. We will go for long walks again.
Birds will sing their songs,
The flowers too colourful,
Will light up the heart!
(Tried a Haibun poem)
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