the crunchy snow of a cold winter's eve -- tomorrow's gray slush
Winter’s Eve [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: winter
Darjeeling Limerick
There was a tourist in Darjeeling
whose fingers and toes lost all feeling.
He didn’t remember
it’s cold in December,
and the dearth of heaters left him reeling.
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Tropical Christmas [Haiku]
Calcutta’s December:
Christmas trees stand beside
palm trees
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Long Shadows [Haiku]
Graveyard Winter [Haiku]
A Silence Felt [Tanka]
winter forest; the dead silence makes itself known as a vague feeling of untethered angst
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DAILY PHOTO: Fog Enshrouded Fortifications, Sümeg
Graveyard [Haiku]
Painted World [Haibun]
The river glides like a glassy sheet. It seems to steam, but it's just fog forming over the frigid water that is nevertheless a reservoir of heat compared to the freezing air above. The fog erases the sharp edges that make the world seem real -- neither painting nor figment. The far shore is a brush-dabbed fiction... and I may be, also. The early morning cold affects my brain in the same manner that the fog influences the scene. river fog makes the cold morning a painted scene
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Wet Winter [Haibun]
The clouds hang gray this mid-winter day, while streets glisten with the watery sheen of rains that never break for long. Wheels roll through, throwing the water into a swish-slosh song. All seems clean, if perpetually dreary. The air looks clear, though some funk clings to one's shoulders as one walks through town, and every scent is compressed in intensity at street level. streets glisten, the city slick from rains that linger
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