The evening air charms
with cheery bird chirps, nature
sings the hymns of spring.
A Haiku after my own heart. Robins seed the air with their chirps, grass is liberated from the snow, in yellow clumps, then greener gold, the air gets scented with a sweeter fragrance. After a long winter, this poem heals my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SHORT AND SWEET ANOTHER CANADIAN YOU BE DO READ MY TRIBUTE TO ANOTHER CANADIAN HANS R AND MOMS SMILES YOU WILL SOONLY BE FIRST ON OUR LIST WILL DISPLACE ME EASILY SOONER I WILL NOT BE BEING ELDERLY @80