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

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. My haiku has been published by the Haiku Foundation. My senryu has been published in Failed Haiku. I regularly perform haibun and other haikai with Rockland Poets. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet. Visit my website www.frankjtassone.wordpress.com to see more of my poetry. Follow me on twitter @fjtassone2 and like my Facebook page American Haijin for updates on my latest work.

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