A kōel about being suprised by morning snow in April. |
Morning reveals a cover of snow, tentatively touching trees, as late winter induces a wind to blow. I shiver as I look out my window; seducing, snowy, silken sweeps filling me with an urge to go. April, you have tricked me so; giving ground and granting gales to Winter, who should be your foe! Still, I can't stay mad at you; thinking thrilling thoughts, of cool white, warms me through. Note: Kōel is the Poetry form explored in Round 83 of
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