Autumn/ Winter Haiku series
Raking many leaves
into perfect little piles;
bagging? Nah, no time.
Next weekend: the snow
drifted over solid ice.
Shoveling was a dream.
Powdered-sugar land
after midnight flurries end,
sparkling in the sun.
Nothing can compare
to the light in a child's eyes
by a Christmas tree.
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Grumpy Autumn/Winter Haiku series:
Oak trees in the yard
Refuse to drop all their leaves
To be raked at once.
Threats of the first snow,
Anxious glances at the clouds---
Hope it blows over.
Temperatures drop,
Spirits rush to follow suit,
And feet freeze solid.
(All right, I will grant
That new-fallen snow and ice
Can be beautiful.)
cicely
(still not a fall/winter person)
(Last year, you'll recall,
I wrote of nekkid, dead trees
Clawing at the sky.)
(also) cicely
Love the ones you wrote!
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