Life in seventeen syllables
Love this haiku and the idea that even in winter the beginnings of spring are there.
Thank you Nancy. To me the seeds of the future are planted today, we just don't always see what is growing.
and here near my homethe gulch is dry and rustlingwhere green will burgeonlove your poem...inspired mine :-) Merry Christmas!
Thank you. Nice job. I can see the gulch...Merry Christmas to you also.