
Hanging around
Cold hanging around /
cleaving its final moments /
to buds come too soon.
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Hanging around
Cold hanging around /
cleaving its final moments /
to buds come too soon.
032018
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as buds, clinging, cold, David E. Booker, haiku, hanging, March, Old North Knoxville, photo, poem, poetry