coy brew of lilac
spiked with leaf lace. My chalice brims!
sip Spring’s elixir.
There’s a good chance I should have edited my FINGER out of the picture, but no; the photography is as down and dirty as the haiku/senryu, as is only proper, right? Right.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER UPDATE: I think I like this one better.
Potent potion. Sip
lasts frosts spiked with sparkling dew
deep draughts of springtime.
Okay, I need to quit writing these haiku/senryu things; I have dental appointments to make and boxes to pack. But, seriously, the spring storm roaring outside the window – the frost last night, the brief sun this morning – it all turned into a sap-green-shimmering muse.
Wow.