Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Haiku Winter Rolling on

Cold winter morning
Forsaken cars at the lot
Sparrows picking crumbs

A little boy’s drawing
Already frays at the folds
In dead granny’s purse

Brook’s filling again
But mountains keep their snow caps
There! Skylark’s soaring

Snow already gone
Snowdrops looking at the world
Where’s the romantic?

Scratching the windscreen
Cough, cough, cough into the dark
Days getting longer


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