Last night we did haibuns...

A painted blue sky with perfectly white clouds, the edges of which are whipped into such shapes as to appear like painted waves. The kind they would use on stage during a whimsical musical about life on the sea. Low in the sky, there are but the beginnings of clouds. As if we are being pulled forward by a steam engine.

My spring is like this:
Pink blossom gently falling,
Flourishing landscape