Spring lingers long….

It feels as though it is winter that has lingered. I look around me daily and wonder at the daffodils just peeping through and everything seems to be a month behind where it was this time last year. The order is the same, but the flowering has been delayed, the rosy red tulips are only just nodding their heads toward the sun and yet April is past midway and almost done.

Then just a sprinkling of sunshine and an early evening stroll and we have stolen moments of pleasure to treasure as the daylight lingers and the smell of spring scintillates the soul.

Pebbles underfoot

Ripples of lingering spring

Sunsets in the west.

 

© Alsion Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse haibun monday.

 

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

13 thoughts on “Spring lingers long….”

  1. Isn’t it strange how the weather is so varied in so small a country as the British Isles. Norfolk is now quite spring; we’ve had a couple of sunny days and everything seems to be blooming!
    Your haibun glows with the promise of spring, Alison; I love the personification in ‘daffodils just peeping through’; the ‘rosy red tulips are only just nodding their heads toward the sun’; and the sound of the pebbles and ‘ripples of lingering spring’ in the haiku!

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  2. Love strolling with you here! Especially feeling the pebbles underfoot and enjoying the rosy tulips. Apologies for the late reading….feeling rushed until you let me saunter with you here ❤️

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