willful late bloomer
shrouded by chill apathy
awaiting sun’s touch
I had intended to share my November Changing Seasons post today, but, as it’s getting late here and it’s still not ready to go, I thought I’d share one of the pictures I took during November instead. The haiku was written in my notepad with somewhat frozen fingers while I was still down at the meadow taking pictures. The words came into my head as soon as I saw the frosty dandelion. They then wouldn’t leave me alone until they were on paper!
I hope you like it.
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