Winter clings tighter,
haloing the starlit moon
with glittering frost.
Trees become brushstrokes
sketched against uncertain skies,
their leaves departed.
Grey heron hunching
statue-like beside the ice
remembers swift fish.
Mist veils bare hedgerows,
spinning tangled stems into
lacy silhouettes.
One early snowdrop
braves this unrelenting chill,
promising the spring.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Pet bugs!🐞🤯
Beautiful poem
Very lovely!
Evocative piece. Nice work.
Beautiful!
Masterful! Not only good 50-wordage, but good haikus as well.
These are lovely and an evocative story of winter as well!
Loved it! Beautiful and lyrical