Haiku for March 2021
It’s that time of year when most days are still cold in my locale, though they are interspersed with tantalizing teases of the warm days coming. Some days, the birds sing a little louder, taking a break from the constant search for food. The ice recedes, and when snow falls it doesn’t linger. The world seems to relax just a bit as the days lengthen. A few buds begin to pop and tufts of green…
