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In time of daffodils

I went for a walk around the still-frozen lake, apart from the resident ducks who stayed over winter, there was one goose who slipped and walked across the ice, enjoying the early spring sun. This haiku was born in that moment :  Meanders On melting ice  The early-arriving goose