Haiku — 0018: Snow
Falling white….
The white gem sparkles,
A blanket wrapping it all,
Winter’s purest gift.
After a day of many failures at work (some of which were my own doing), the last things I needed were train cancellations and delays — Exactly what I got. Sitting down immediately replaced the exasperation with fatigue, as I opened my laptop to write this Haiku.
Between today and ‘Journey’, I think traveling sure brings out the writer in me at some level. While thin, there is still the aftermath of the snow from Monday, a mound of white hiding every blade of grass in its path. Through the train’s window, it was possible to spot the small bird or animal burrowing out, or clawing through the white mass. A very little expedition of overcoming their walls, if I may say so.
As for the rest of the world, a branch of pine smothered by snow like a sponge, or the roof with tiles hidden, the road not taken, pristine with snow, it was a lot of white and a beautiful sight.
Too bad there’s not enough to build a big snowman. Has anyone else made theirs yet?!
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