That’s Winter

Winter moon

Above an icy pond

Silent night

Night without wings

Wind hissing through oaks

Cozy within

Slow north wind

Bringing fine grained snow

Steps turn west

Raging storm

Then a moment of silence

And the moon

Snow has left

But winter stays

Cold and muddy

End of the year

A square of concrete walls

Yet some blossoms

Frosty lake

No one’s at the jetty

Birds left, too

Cold drizzle

Yet freeway’s clear bar code

Still got a honk

PS:

David McMurray on the Asahi Haikuist Network published:

Lothar M. Kirsch composed his haiku on a postcard mailed from the small village of Shira, Iran, located to the south of the Caspian Sea.

Dried out soil

sloping till the horizon

but the hawk circles

Thank you very much!

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