sparrow at dawn
as it skips on the blacktop -
morning brightens
as it skips on the blacktop -
morning brightens
dull grey morn
a wayward snow-flake falls
upon her old tongue
the taste of Christmas -
her childhood joys
a wayward snow-flake falls
upon her old tongue
the taste of Christmas -
her childhood joys
(c) G.s.k. '14
I hosted the Ghost Writers post today for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai after reading some of Robert Frost's beautiful short poems. The idea was to write an all new haiku or tanka either distilling his poem (Dust of Snow) or to write about a similar personal experience.
Dust of Snow
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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| Credits: Winter Crow © Melissa Parks |
