Thursday, April 30, 2026

A Year Of Haiku (XVI): Scented Verse

 


Smelling of honey, 
flowers chant songs without words
as the bees join in.


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  1. Nylon126:48 AM

    Buds pop overnight
    Pastels color the landscape
    Grays and browns retreat.
    Good one there TB, no bees here seen yet and the temp outside my backdoor is 34 now......:)

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    1. Toirdhealbheach Beucail10:18 AM

      Retreating colours
      of blandness dissolve as Spring's
      palette unveils.

      Thanks - and ugh, Nylon12. Even we seem to finally be moving towards Spring here.

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  2. Ed8:20 AM

    I always wanted
    Some lilac flowers blooming
    I'm unsuccessful

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    1. Toirdhealbheach Beucail10:20 AM

      "I'm unsuccessful"
      says the gardener amidst
      the hand grown produce.

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