Fragile bloom wilting,
Ravaged by frost’s cold fingers.
Winter has arrived.
This is sweet. ❤️
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Lovely Pooky however I might write:
Stinking hot days
Humid nights tossing and turning
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I find the idea of christmas in summer so strange. I guess a frosty christmas seems odd to you?
One year I am going to travel north to experience a white Christmas. I am coming in April but I doubt there’s any snow to see. Have a good day.
No. Just lots and lots of daffodils!
How long a trip will you be making? Sounds exciting.
Oh a couple of days in London either side of a tour round Europe.
Wowee! Sounds fantastic. Let me know if you’ve a half hour spare fir coffee whildt in London – though no doubt you’ll be very busy. I love you joye de vivre!
*your joie de vivre
I’ll be in touch.
This is such a beautiful haiku. ‘frost’s cold fingers’ = stunning!
I often turn to Haiku if I’m shorter than usual on time but its a false economy as they always take longer to write than my regualar poems!
I can completely relate, and completely agree. Shorter poems do not a shorter length of time take to write! X
Lovely poem, its true that chill winters are harsh and unforgiving, but for all that I enjoy going out on a frosty day, walking or running, so joyful, liberating and exhilarating.
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