Today's poet

[Alf]

Sodium-bathed flurry.
A galaxy suspended,
below lone streetlamp.

Excellent that Harry

[Alf]

This is great HHH, I can actually see the scene in my mind's eye. I always think that when you look up, snowflakes look like asteroids coming at you.

I loved that observation Hes

[Alf]

Snow Dance
by: Evelyn Scott (1893-1963)

Black brooms of trees sweep the sky clean;
Sweep the house fronts,
And heave them bleak in sleep.
High up the empty moon
Spills her vacuity.

I dance.
My long black shadow
Weaves an invisible pattern of pain.
The snow
Is embroidered with my happiness.

I enjoyed the selections from DT and SA and this one is a little belter

[freckle]

Sodium-bathed flurry.
A galaxy suspended,
below lone streetlamp.

THere have been some excellent choices and orginal work on here of late, I am having trouble keeping up (think packing boxes etc etc)
but I really adored this Harry, "sodium-bathed flurry" is a line I wish I had written! DT I also really enjoyed your snowy haiku, aren't the acoustics of snow just mesmerising?

[Hes]

Hope you are managing the packing ok Freckle and staying cheery.xx

THere have been some excellent choices and orginal work on here of late, I am having trouble keeping up (think packing boxes etc etc)
but I really adored this Harry, "sodium-bathed flurry" is a line I wish I had written! DT I also really enjoyed your snowy haiku, aren't the acoustics of snow just mesmerising?

[Hes]

the pines on the hill
black feathers against the snow
licked clean by the sun

[Harry H Howgill]

THere have been some excellent choices and orginal work on here of late, I am having trouble keeping up (think packing boxes etc etc)
but I really adored this Harry, "sodium-bathed flurry" is a line I wish I had written! DT I also really enjoyed your snowy haiku, aren't the acoustics of snow just mesmerising?

Thanks for the comment on the haiku guys. Sometimes it just all comes together.

Best of luck with the packing Freckle. Here's to a smooth move.

I know what you mean about the acoustics, but try fitting the word "crump" into a poem. It doesn't always translate!

[Harry H Howgill]

the pines on the hill
black feathers against the snow
licked clean by the sun

Lovely. A haiku that works even better visualised in black and white.

[freckle]

the pines on the hill
black feathers against the snow
licked clean by the sun

aw this is just gorgeous!...thanks for all the well wishes everyone, getting there (with inspiration from unexpected places!)

renewed vigour found
in damson legwarmers
to power up packing!

Harry not sure what is happening down at the Howgills but this way the crump is turning into yukky slush!

[Alf]

the pines on the hill
black feathers against the snow
licked clean by the sun

Loved that one Hes



This is for Nero my cat:

Silent Assassin
Returns successful in snow.
Leaving crimson tracks