pure buds everywhere
it's the first of sunny spring
March holds its fresh breath
keen for wild soon days
when gold sun passes the stars
and hues light the hours
expectancy lust
striking beauties are coming
dancing to birdsong
Beautifully crafted haiku that shows the wonders of the season of renewal. Lovely images!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem dear Buehler.
I am happy to know you enjoyed it. Thank you so much.