field of snow
dry grass pokes through, not one single
fallen angel
*
into the woods
the rabbit tracks only go
one way
*
staring at snow,
sitting beside the vase
of white lilies
December 14, 2013 by Rosemerry
field of snow
dry grass pokes through, not one single
fallen angel
*
into the woods
the rabbit tracks only go
one way
*
staring at snow,
sitting beside the vase
of white lilies
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged distance, poem, poetry, snow | 1 Comment
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Powerful images in all three, the lags being the most traditional as haiku, but the set excellent. I like in the title that you included the word THE, which makes me see a kind of eyeglass into this winter world. A keeper set for sure.