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Good morning, Sunshine.
Slipping through the morning’s dew, sunlight cracks the dawn. I wake with the woodland world. The nestlings fluff their feathers and squish together, and I listen to their twitter-song.
Spring sings.
The red-breasted robins engage in antiphonal tweets. Jenny-wren adds her chee-pippety-chee-chee to the mix. The colorful warblers chime in with a descant, their voices echoing in the dewy twilight. I join in, mimicking their cheerful tweets.
Spring’s warmth.
My goose pimples giggle as I squish tender grass between my toes. A cool zephyr breeze flows, inviting the day to begin. Tiny creatures, swift and dainty, flit from flower to flower.
Spring’s warning.
A bluejay’s catcall signals a tail-twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds.

Good morning, Sunshine!
Taking in the day, no plans.
Boketto moments.

For this contest, I rewrote this haibun, Pastoral Cacophony, which was published in Better than Starbucks Journal.

Good morning, Sunshine! Haibun By Bronte Brown
Spring sunrise.
Slipping through the morning's dew, sunlight cracks the dawn. I wake with the woodland world. The nestlings fluff their feathers and squish together, and I listen to their twitter song.
Spring sings.
The red-breasted robins engage in antiphonal tweets. Jenny-wren adds her chee-pippety-chee-chee to the mix. The colorful warblers chime in with a descant, their voices echoing in the dewy twilight. I join in, mimicking their cheerful tweets.
Spring's warmth.
My goose pimples giggle as I squish tender grass between my toes. A cool zephyr breeze flows, inviting the day to begin- tiny creatures, swift and dainty, flit from flower to flower.
Good morning, Sunshine!
Taking in the day, no plans.
Boketto moments.
submission to orchardspoetrysubmissions@gmail.com
orchardspoetrysubmissions@gmail.com

Spring Fling Contest 2022/ revised for another submission

    Winter howls at Spring like a middle schooler's biological clock clanks.      
 "It's too early," Winter yawns. 
"Autumn has arrived in the southern hemisphere," says Spring.          
"Not yet." Winter flops back, adding another blanket of snow.        
"The Cold Moon will be full soon," says Spring, offering Winter an enticement. 
Spring knows Winter loves to hang out with Cold Moon on the longest night of the inverted season.        
 "Okay, I'm up." Winter sits very still, blowing another chilly breeze.      
"Come along," says Blizzard. Winter stands and stretches.      
"I see you've been at work. It's a resplendent day in pastel hues," Winter says to Spring. 
"Thank you, Winter."  Winter bows, whispering, "See you next year." 
Spring smiles, turning to the Sun, "It's time to melt the crusty earth and direct your rays to tickle the fertile dirt."      
"As you wish," replies Sun. 

Zephyr carries the seeds. 
Loam provides for their needs. 
Clouds water fertile dirt. 
Bouquets rise from the Earth.