Hark! The rhythm

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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

A bouquet of roses

The spring comes calling
Each day, with clustered roses
Wreaths adorn my roof.


4 comments:

  1. I love that spring is a welcome caller in your haiku, but the missing article feels awkward to me. Maybe replace "bunch of" with a surprising two-syllable adjective?

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    1. I wish I could get to the root of problem ... bunch of roses could be clustered roses but as I understand, I don't think it still solves the problem, right?

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  2. I love the image of roses wreathing your roof.

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