Haiku for the end of winter

Two haiku about the lingering cold. One more hopeful. The painting is by Mednyánszky.


Mist beneath the trees

cold drips from stark black branches

ice cracks as I pass.

* * *

Fog on the river

disconsolate gulls crying

water grey as death.

 * * *

Swing low rising moon

into the net of my dreams

and light my shadows.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Haiku for the end of winter”

      1. I used to not mind it too much till I developed a wacky kind of autoimmune problem that has destroyed my internal thermostat. My body starts to think it’s freezing when the temperatures are quite mild. I’ve had chilblains in August! People with this problem either move to warmer temperatures or risk amputation for frostbite in the winter.

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