Brush and Burgeon | Haiku

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The first tentative tendrils of spring are here, as are a couple of haiku themed as such…

Clover in flower

Brush

That smell, of finger-

Brushed grass, of sun-touched clover,

Of summer coming.

Buds on a willow branch

Burgeon

Let the bare trees speak

Of frosts braved, of storms endured.

Spring buds burgeoning.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Andrea Stöckel and Colin. My recent short stories include ‘The Young Man from Number Twenty-Seven‘ and ‘Sense of Community‘.

Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.

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Words in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Fiction Junkies, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, CafeLit, Best Microfiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, and Shooter.

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