Haiku
Cold wind whispering.
What is it saying to me?
Be thankful for warmth.
Fresh, white snow crunching;
In the cold we made a man.
He survived one day.
Inhale the sound of
Birds chirping soft symphonies.
Greet each day with song
High white clouds, blue sky.
Sweltering sunlight burns me.
Welcome cool shadows.
Rippling visage,
Heat obscures clear horizon.
We all move slowly.
Tree light, shadows dance
In Fall, with changing colors;
Leaves crack under foot.
Orange pumpkins glow
While the costumed children laugh
Trick or Treat, who knows?
