It was Easter, it was Sunday and it was my birthday.
There were eggs to hunt and languid cups of coffee to enjoy.
But, I did write my haiku.
I mean, really, it almost feels like cheating when the weather is this fine.
How could one not come up with 17 syllables out of all this goodness?
So, here goes. And today's haiku will follow in a separate post...
wind stirs the bamboo leaves
the sound of raindrops falling --
will it fool the frogs?