A second haiku for Frank Tassone on the theme of snow.
Cold, white flurries,
from grey skies falling,
winter breath failing.
Haiku Snow II
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A second haiku for Frank Tassone on the theme of snow.
Cold, white flurries,
from grey skies falling,
winter breath failing.
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I look forward to winter breath failing…
Spoke with a relative in Florida – Down to 58 there, so they were chilled too.
I commiserate. We’re in the upper 60s and that’s okay. As soon as it drops any lower, I feel like hibernating.
The high with cloudy skies has been 45 F.
I don’t plan on going out today… Maybe just to get my mail…
The mailbox is my limit too when it’s cold.