The Snow Ghost Opens its Eyes

How many are there--
Haiku to write about snow?
I will soon find out.

 

World slowly changes;
Has spring time ever been here?
Still, snow keeps falling.

 

 Alone on the road
With only my crunching boots;
(And the silent snow).

The stream is buried;
There is no sound of water;
Dominion of snow.

With bright beacon light
And a loud growling rumble
Snow plow clears the way.

The silent forest
Made more silent by the snow--
A muted muteness.

Pick up with a plow
Heads right towards me and stops.
It's my friend, Samvid.

Dozing against tree
The snow ghost opens its eyes;
Looks slyly at me.