Amid first blossoms,

The wren waggles her tail,

Singing undaunted.


For Carpe Diem: wren.

The wren is a classical kigo for winter because this is the only time it can supposedly be seen. However, we had a pair nesting in our garden a few years ago and I saw one maybe a month ago in my local park, though I guess you could argue that was the end of winter rather than the start of spring. I heard this very loud song right next to the path and there, on a branch, was a wren, singing to a mate, who she (or he) eventually flew off to join. Of course, they’re so tiny, I would never have seen her if it had been summer and the branch had been covered with leaves.