Winter’s last shadows
Golden light through naked trees
Spring whispers: I come
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2 responses to “Winter’s Threshold”
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Anna, I completely understand that feeling! February has such a restless energy – when you’ve had your fill of winter’s chill and those first hints of warmth feel like a promise. Even the subtle shift in light, the way the sun sits a bit higher each day, can lift the spirits. Your anticipation captures exactly what this haiga aimed to express – that eager, hopeful waiting for nature’s renewal. Here’s to spring arriving soon!
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