Thursday, 15 January 2009

this cold winter day,
the gnarled old apple tree
promises blossoms


four winds haiga


Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely promises of Spring....

Elizabeth said...

Snow falling here.
No promise of spring at all.
Earth dead and bleak.

Word verification: thsaliv

thus I live?

jem said...

That's very comforting. I think perhaps the tree has more faith in spring than I do.