Friday, December 23, 2011

Three winter haiku

Winter solitude.
Strands of sunlight slipping through
silhouetted trees.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Cold ribbed spikes of glass
begin to disappear in
drops, returning home.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Against a blue sky
they sing a parting farewell.
Songs of the season.




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