
first stirring
winter frozen soul
tender shoot
barren landscape in
looks for the first buds of spring
snowdrop form flowers
A door long locked from cold
thaws to life as you approach
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These interconnected poems were written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. This week was a color, and that color was green. We were instructed to attempt to avoid/imply the word green. We could chose our own form ,so I chose a 3-5-3 haiku and a tanka. Hope you enjoy (it is still snow covered in New Hampshire, but this wasn’t really about the weather. Or was it?)