A Spring Pause
A haiku from my garden
Gloomy skies’ grey mist
overcasting quietness
spring pausing for rain
Emptying the winter containers of their birch logs and dried cedar spiller, I became aware of the sudden quiet that fell across the garden.
The songbirds and squirrels had ceased their chorus and chatter. All was silent, almost ominous, in the afternoon flowerbeds.
A chill fell on my spirit. I knew what was coming — that foreboding stillness before a torrential downpour.
I flung the last armful of twigs into the wagon and bolted for the screen door. I like a storm — from inside my cozy, safe house.
~Lynne
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