Lovely haiku and photo. Haikus seem particularly suited to spring, don't they? I just saw my first barn swallow of the summer, brought to mind again by your house martins.
My Hawthorn trees had more blossom on them this year. I know my Dad hears Skylarks and sees Housemartins where he is in the country, at the foot of the South Downs. x
Lovely. I'm missing spring already ... in this windy gales!
ReplyDeleteThe hawthorn here has already reached the snowing stage - there are more petals on the floor than the tree...!
ReplyDeleteLovely! I like the sky of skylarksong and the air full of house martins.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words you have shared today and love the pretty Hawthorn.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend
Hugs
Carolyn
Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteaaah. you have carved such a fine Spring here with these. What is it about hawthorn and house martins? Your haiku magic.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI love your haiku... as always. Simplicity is best.
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku and photo. Haikus seem particularly suited to spring, don't they? I just saw my first barn swallow of the summer, brought to mind again by your house martins.
ReplyDeleteLovely ....Beautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely.
ReplyDeleteLove your images--so evocative of spring.
ReplyDeleteKay
My Hawthorn trees had more blossom on them this year. I know my Dad hears Skylarks and sees Housemartins where he is in the country, at the foot of the South Downs. x
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