on a spring meadow,
tulips in serene rite
sway in rhythm…
on a spring meadow,
tulips in serene rite
sway in rhythm…
on a spring evening,
shadows come to life
and talk to the moon…
playfully,
the spring gust nests petals
in my hair…
spring morning pleasure –
the many baby birds
and their new songs
white petals roll
away from their tree;
spring melancholy…
So cute! ✨
They are 🐣