Tulips on parade,
their glory declared in ranks:
Spring’s crimson army.
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Beautiful, all around, Sarah!
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Thank you, Leigh! By the way, the MS should be coming your way either tomorrow or Wednesday for beta-reading. I just have to correct from hard copy back onto the PC, then it’s all systems go. Sorry about the delay.
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Love this, Sarah. They do look like rows of soldiers. 🙂
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Thank you, Sylvia. They’re soldiers of peace, of course 🙂
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Beautiful visionary words and bright photo.
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Thank you, dear Kim 🙂
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Ahh…spring’s crimson army indeed. Beautiful Sarah! 🙂 xxxx
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Thank you, Sherri. I love tulips, although haven’t got around to planting any in my garden yet. I keep forgetting to buy the bulbs at the right time. Must remember this year 🙂 xxxx
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love the image!! perfect haiku!
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Thank you, Cybele 🙂
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