A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.


One white pear blossom
Rises from the blooming bough
Spring’s first butterfly.


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  Ronald Wohl wrote @

Yes Spring
The cycle continues
Death becomes Life

Even the spirit emerges renewed…
The Butterfly
Life’s fragile symbol reborn

The butterfly was the symbol found drawn most often by the inmates on the walls of the concentration camps.

Thank you for your hopeful incantations all winter long. They were refreshing in a tempestuous period. Welcome back to the world renewed.

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