Seasonal Reflections
This afternoon there’s nothing to do but snow haiku. My attempts at 5, 7, 5: Full fat flake fell far To sleep on the rude pavement. Grraaawwwr. The shovel. Run! Snowflake: distinctive, Unique. Liquefies, blends. A Loss, but less lonely All New York today Is slush. Slip, fall, “Have a hand!” We shyly love mess […]