Snowfall (Haiku) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Wow! what a lovely haiku! I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing. 10+++

I get the image of someone carrying the pie directly from the oven, so their hands are really warmed by the pie and then (somehow) those warmed hands touch the snow and it melts so fast that their hands are wet, no snowflakes left. The image of snow and innocence is one of ancient vintage. How can we not associate that carpet of pure white with innocence? In the countryside it lasts for a long time, but in the city with car pollution and people trudging in their boots, a snowfall can.t hold that purity. Your poem puts it in our imaginations to ber preserved.