Friday, March 21, 2008
Snow dusts icy field;
Curtain flaps in the barn door;
Bird speeds to safety.
Feathers in the road
Flutter in the icy wind
But they do not fly.
Leaves slide on the road;
Loud roaring comes from the woods.
Today the wind rules.
Tiny flakes of snow
Float by in the iced sunlight
Give a mixed message.
Bursting from the woods
The wind swirls up clouds of snow.
Tall trees creak and bend.
Hidden in the woods:
Rusted brown metal whozit,
Latticed, forgotten.
Underneath the rock
Three small icicles dangle
Untouched by the wind.
Old deserted house--
Blank windows stare at the road;
Inside--more blankness.
Shining on the road
Frozen tire tracks glisten
Drawn on by the sun.
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Reading haiku on
A stranger's blog when really
I should be working
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