WINTER
The house in darkness. I watch thick flakes, descending slowly. They seem suspended as if in a viscous liquid. Bushes assume a rounded shape; fences appear to sink into the ground. A deep quiet, without and within. Even the mechanical voices of the appliances subdued and still. I stand transfixed.
falling snow—
between dusk and darkness
there is no time
Contemporary Haibun
Print Journal April 2005
9 comments:
Thank you, Frank, for your comment. I accidently deleted it.
I've tried to leave a comment on your site, but was unable.
Adelaide
Thanks, Adelaide. I too had problems posting comments the other day. Blogger seems to have changed. Hopefully you'll be back on line shortly...
I love this, Adelaide. Hope you're doing well!
Sincerely,
Kristin
Thank you, Kristin.
Adelaide
Thanks for the comments on my blog, Adelaide it is much appreciated...
time -
absorbed in the diligence
of mother nature
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
Adelaide
Adelaide - this one is a poem I read over and over, feeling the words and the depth of silence as the snow descended. Wonderful, m' dear!
Warren
Thank you Warren. There is a peace when snow falls, as long as one doesn't have to go out it in.
Adelaide
by the way: I haven't been able to leave a comment on your blog. I wanted to tell you that I like the new look.
Adelaide
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