Spring stopped by today
wearing sunshine; Changed to hail
then slunk off again
My Wintersong
In our lives there are moments of great beauty that are so fragile, so transitory, that to experience them is pure joy. To share them is to know the essence of living (GWEN JAMES)
My Wintersong 
Honest! I did not wish that on you!!
I saw your weather sweep in on the news this morning. Goodness……I do hope that everything is under cover.
I know, Colleen, you don’t have a mean bone in your body. And Mage, everything’s under cover alright: a layer of icy snow. Thank heavens I changed my mind about seeding yesterday.
Everyone likes your 5-7-5 today.
And you so encourage me. My appalling thought when I was done scanning was that all mother’s albums, and boxes of photographs, unmarked, sit down in our garage. That’s something I’ll tackle next year.
Yes, soul bearing. Naked stuff. I had what would be called an abusive childhood, and I need to write poetry about it. But stuff that others would read not turn away from. We will see.
Pansy faces smile
Daffodils blow their trumpets
Lush lawn tickles toes
ML, the haiku works for you. Actually, I was thinking if you changed the last word in line two to “noses” instead of “trumpets” then your verse would fit right in with my new Haiku category: hackneyed haiku. But trumpets do make a nicer picture. Sorry, couldn’t resist.
No haiku from New York
Only one allowed
Chill showers here, too.
Thank you so much for the loving note today. Hugs……
I loved the haiku. Our spring has been a little bit erratic locally but no where near as bad as yours!
Thanks Sylvia. I’ve been thinking I’d start a new category for some blogs because I could only think in 5-7-5 syllables for awhile there. What do you think of “Hackneyed Haiku”?