To commemorate the season’s first
snow, late as it is, I have a short photo essay shot yesterday, mostly while it
was coming down around me. Lovely.
Not feeling particularly insightful
today, I humbly offer a selection of haiku that I’ve written over the years on
the themes of snow and winter. To me haiku is less about writing and more akin
to a spiritual practice. There was a time when I wrote one a day, but I’ve
lapsed lately.
Enjoy the snow!
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| Honey Creek Parkway, West Allis |
leaving the road
my footprints
in unbroken snow
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| Honey Creek Parkway, West Allis |
stopping in snowy woods
the stranger suddenly smiles
her dog licks my hand
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| Menomonee River at Hart Park, Wawatosa |
morning mist
off the river
my breath rising
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| Hoyt Park, Wauwatosa |
pulling off snowy boots
near the fire
my tingling toes
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| Menomonee River at Hart Park, Wauwatosa |
on the verge of sleep
snowplow scraping, beeping
scraping, beeping
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| Honey Creek Parkway, West Allis |
in the midst of blowing snow
a purple balloon
bouncing
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| Honey Creek Parkway, West Allis |
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