Beaumont Tower, MSU; by Chris Galford.
Woke this morning with thoughts of Winter playing in my head – and a sheen of ice outside my window that stretched from home to street and all the roads beyond. Reflecting on the beauty of the colorful Spring past, this little thing popped into my head:
Waiting to dream life
Color sleeps beneath the snow;
Wilts, but never dies.
The Waking Den 
The intro was just as nice as the Haiku itself. 🙂 you have such a way with words.
Hmm…your words stirred my soul..I loved it!! Thank you oxoox