Friday, April 01, 2022

 

Haiku Friday: Weather

 

It's kind of a weird time of year. The long days give me hope-- but there is snow on the ground here and there. Driving to work, cars are in the ditch, victims of ice. But next week, who knows? It might be biking weather again.
 
Let's haiku about all that this week. Here, I will go first:
 
If I saw flowers
I would not trust their frail blooms
The cruelest season.
 
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern, and have some fun!

# posted by Mark Osler @ 1:00 AM
Comments:
85 degrees
at midnight, 45 at
6. Spring is confused.

# posted by Blogger JillScoggins : 11:17 AM
 
Black snow, green grass, and
A nest of cigarette butts
Cleveland, a still life.
# posted by Anonymous Mr. Rock : 11:23 AM
 
The hope of April
That winter snow is no more
Doth make us all fools

# posted by Blogger Your Tim(e) Has Come : 11:42 AM
 
Huge flakes of snow fall,
On green grass and daffodils,
April is so cruel.
# posted by Blogger The Medievalist : 11:50 PM
 
Cute little toddler
wearing a green Easter dress
under a parka.
# posted by Blogger Desiree : 4:32 PM
 
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