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‘White swans on the wing’ and other Spring Haiku

By: Jim Bates

White swans on the wing
Flying over frozen lakes
Spring so elusive.

Spring creeping slowly
Plants lie in fallow slumber
Waiting to burst forth.

Swamps coming alive
Birds flocking chirping madly
Gulls soaring overhead.

Another day of sun
Cloudless sky over open lake
Wild geese floating free.

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