from 'While Passing Through'/Spring
Murmur of birds.
I part the blinds to look—
not yet, not yet…
Lovely haiku. With winter just starting it seems like a long time but those birds will came! Thanks for sharing.
you're welcome! and thanks for commenting. all the best be yours. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely! Haven't heard birds singing for a while. Very clever title. I presume it to be a reversal of impending doom which is a very good way of looking at the eend of this world system.
glad you liked it, laurie. i like the title too, but, as with so many of the things in my poems i myself like, the word impending just came to me. -glen