Behind the bare trees
broad strokes of platinum cloud
frost on bird feathers
Tag Archives: frost
shadow woods
frost painting echo trees
on woods facing windows
in the coldest
days and nights
of the dark months
the panes must be calling
siren like, their remnant
grains of earth
almost alive once more,
or is it that trees hear
the windows sigh
and send their shadow shapes
to be as one?
haiku for a cold Monday
edges after frost
silver rims the still green leaf
tree crowns lit by sun
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we have had our first truly cold nights. things are dying back. the sun comes up later over the mountain arm, and light proceeds down from the tree tops. today I start feeding the birds again.
Life With Horace 