Haiku for the turning of the year

Through the snow, a shoot,

fragile—trembling in the wind

hangs a pure white bell.

In the tree, a bird

tosses notes in the sea breeze—

spring in the salt air.

In your smile, a rose,

a galaxy of petals—

sweet spring rain falls.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

4 thoughts on “Haiku for the turning of the year”

  1. I think many of us are dreaming of spring. We’re supposed to get thunderstorms in a bit, and then it will be cold again.
    I like the image of the [snow] bell trembling in the wind–the way the sound of a bell echoes.

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