The sudden frost
Left the crocus bloom
In decay
Cat poised
On the frozen meadow
Mouse just made it
Another night
To dust the landscape white
But crocus prevails
Dark clouds
Wind
sweeping through trees
Cherry
blossom rain
Under the moon
Light boat swaying
Silver mirrors
One cicada
Keeps singin’ in the rain
No dance, though
Into the forest
Tree after tree after tree
The Way is random
Tiny butterfly
Fluttering around
Birth of a storm
Cold spring
morning
Silhouettes
of barren trees
Still a
promise
And meet me on MeWe
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