Creative Writing and unfinished business…
December 17, 2016 § 9 Comments
how red the robin’s breast
until the snow
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
Can’t see the wood for the trees. How true this is, Rachael.
Thank you for that, Chris. Much appreciated.
You’re welcome, Rachael. I always admire your use of this form – it’s not easy to get it right.
Oh, I agree. The robin always looks brighter in the winter snow than at other times.
I like the idea of seeing such things anew each year…
Good haiku mind at work here.
Thank you, Patrick. I appreciate your comment.
Yes, they’re just made for this time of year aren’t they? Well, if we get any snow that is…
They are. Yes, I long for the peace of snow…
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