Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Haiku

In Winter,
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
In the mountains,
You and I can turn and look
to see
The dropping of the daylight in the West.
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  1. nknowlesJuly 20, 2010 at 7:02 AM

    Hi, Erica. Your poem is lovely. I remember one winter, maybe last winter, the tree branches got covered with ice and were clinking together. I'd never heard that sound in winter before, and it was like mustic. Nancy

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