November Day
Poem I sit, looking out the open window Snow is all around. Soft light, falling on dead brown leaves, Still clinging to the sleeping trees. A coffee stain spreads across the paper. A...
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Harry the Mountain Man – Part Six
Short Story THE TIME I GOT SNOWED IN Now, I seen a lot o’ snow o’er the years. In fact, I can’t bring meself to remember e’en one single winter in me belov’d Green...
Snowy Path
On the snowy path there’s nothing, only silence, no love, no hate, nothing that reminds us of what was, what will come, was it warm, will it burn… On the snowy path there’s nothing...
Smoke And Snowstorms
Poem Smoke and snowstorms fill the night Blustering and blizzarding, gloomy grey, The icy cloud-dust wraps the world in white. Morning comes; I wake in the light of day. Smoke and snowstorms Are...
A Winter Day Remembrance
Haibun Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This...
Snow Removal Irony
Haibun Another blizzard, another day off. I brush a half inch of water out of the garage before I start the snow-crusted Toro. The hum of the four-cycle motor fills the frigid air. The...
The Silence Of Snow
Poem in the distance the sound of snow is pure silence but we can still hear it in our heads the peacful falling of snowflakes into certain death is so beautiful and soothing how...
Winter’s Gift at a Vacation’s End
Haibun A layer of snow rests on the deck. Just a dusting. The reflection of tile on the storm door blends with that thin layer of snow. Light tries to breach the banks of...
Winter Gloaming
Poem Winter gloaming has finally come, Bleak, pale days and frozen white nights. The leaves had whispered From forest to forest All through the endless summer days That winter was just a rumor....
A Karaganda Christmas Dream
Poem The snow, mixed with mud– Like grey diamonds Glitters underfoot. Presents wrapped in newspaper (No ribbons for us) We have wine and candy Listening to the old familiar songs. I can feel...
