Confusion
Confusion
Chilled winds blow, softly
Whispering of spring
Frosty breaths, misty
Secrets clinging to March
Mornings, promising....
Winter exhales, its tired sigh
Almost teasing, budding leaves
Shiver, their quiet grumble
Heard only by near naked
Trees changing outfits, confused
Warblers trill their displeasure
Searching for season's sheet music....
Nature's playful game
Of 'Mother, may I?'
Grows old, green demands
Equal attention
And thus... Spring is born!
© mdbadgerow 2009
For the Fill in the Blank challenge
Host: Morning song
Phrase: Searching for ______
Piece is written in thick haiku form
© 2009 Myrna D.
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