Empty field full of snow
blank mind ready to collect
lesons that fall earthward
Thanks Melissa for reminding me how much fun those are!
haiku, Maine, poetry, snow, wintertime
January 15, 2015 at 9:04 am
Delighted to share the Haiku love, or should I say bug, because once it bites… I wake up in the night and jot in a bedside notebook! Such fun. Nice picture to accompany your awesome poem.
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