the grainy frost melts /
a boy stops by the roadside /
picks thyme for grandma /

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A boy rides a bicycle early in the morning. He springs off his cycle and walks on the green patch by the roadside. He picks some thyme flowers and leaves wet from defrost. He stuffs them in his chest pocket and jumps on his bicycle thinking, “Aah! Fresh spring flowers for grandma.“

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Haiku written for the prompt Equinox in Haikai challenge hosted by Frank J. Tassone.