A walk through a forest warmed by the sun.
Sole. I like this Italian word, for isn't the sun a 'soul' of sorts, and the 'sole' thing we yearn for through winter's never-ending bleakness?
An excerpt from my four-stanza haiku Sole to celebrate the advent of Spring.
puny shoots of hope
valorous, thrust and strive through
frozen ash, clay, rock
My soul found some peace today... hope yours did as well. Linda
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