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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