Midwinter haiku

Midwinter warm spell

Midwinter warm spell,
Evening mist, tree frog calling,
“Cro-cro-cro-crocus!”

NOTES: Took a walk yesterday and heard a tree frog for the first time this winter.  It reminded me of this haiku from awhile back.

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Bobby Ball

I love poetry. But I'm picky. No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new.

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