Senryu
such slender shoulders
still they carry all the blue
the whole sky can spare
Haiku
blue bells in the grass
too soft for our ears to hear,
they summon the rain
Haiku
blue rain flowers ring
somewhere beyond the meadow
a cloud turns for home
Written for Crispina Kemp Challenge #108. As a child we called Harebells by a different name (folklore) Blue Rain Flowers. When you picked a blossom it was sure to rain. All writing is my own work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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