A FEW WINTER HAIKU
First snow on bare tree —
Fallen red leaf remembers —
Tic…grandfather clock.
Stubborn ice thickens —
Old fisherman turns for home —
Crack! Embers spitting.
Gold glare this sunrise —
Laughter steam greets passersby —
One distant train moans.
Fish pond is melting —
Thin ice opens a dark eye —
Shhh…Chickadee drinks.
– D.G. DalPonte
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