Snow Day?

Snow Pines, Prose Poetry

Haibun (Prose Poetry)

 

The slumbering birch and maple trees sway back and forth. The lowest wisps of cloud enshroud the tallest in gray mist. Snow falls everywhere.

Frankie and I sit at the kitchen table. He squats in his chair and draws a picture of me for his 3-day homework. His illustration shows me seated at a desk saying “what do you want?”

Every five minutes he takes a break to cuddle.

He watches the snow now and says, “It’s twirling and not going straight.”

Then he resumes reading his new Scholastic Atlas of the US.

As snow falls everywhere.

white pine tree-tops
twirl in circles
another wind

 

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Photograph by Ondrej Supitar

 

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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