Winter Wonderland

Woman. Dog. Not me or Molly.

Woke up to snow this morning (some yesterday too) and a blistering blue sky that only now has clouded over.  The snow was that powdery early winter stuff–fine as sugar, blown away by the strong winds but still clinging to fence posts and grass.

Molly and I followed a trail of compressed snowprints:  two boots and four paws in front of us, stuck to the paved path where we walk, the warmth and weight of master and pet having been enough to cement their steps to the asphalt while the remaining snow had blown away to reveal a kind of reverse snowtrail.

It inspired a (not very good) haiku:

white winter morning
bootdogpaw embossed footprints
companions in snow

I’ll work on it.  I am reading The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle.  It’s about a boy and a special band of dogs that he and his family breed and care for, so my own and others’ attachments to their dogs is in the forefront of my mind these days.

Haiku: From The Spa

Berobed spa goers

Glide past the stone house, pledging

Devotions to health

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Flip flops on flagstone

Buffed and polished guests glowing

Fragile as stained glass

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Hollyhocks stand guard

The wind chimes rest, unalarmed

The breeze is gentle

Another Garden Haiku

After The Storm

the blue fescue waits
electrified in shadow
anxious for the sun

Haiku for Lynne

For Lynne, who gardens to stay in her zen zone.

Crowded by the fence

The viburnum nod their heads

Understanding rain