(no subject)
black and white
as the hawthorn decked
in spring's apologies
calendar leaves have fluttered
a whole year's worth until now
so the seasons pass
now May blossom fades once more,
summer's heat takes hold
the immanent sun absolves
sins and winters troubles
and butterflies arise
like lifted notes, chimes of light,
ringing and rousing

Yay! Renga party