Frost
etches a sketch
of its self
upon a window pane
drawing itself over
& over again
whilst outside
the moon
hangs suspended
above diverging roads
pondering which path
to take
as if it had promises
to keep
I just want to sleep
but I have miles to go before
reciting aloud to the stars
Walter de la Mare's
THE LISTENERS
to myself
to keep myself
awake.
The woods fill up
with snow
making everything
a ghost
of what it was.
The woods fill up
with snow...snow
memories of
long agos.
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FROSTY THE HAIKU
Tired old snowman
guards the child’s lost glove hoping
to be thanked with smiles.
GOING CHEEP
Real robin upon
the green plastic Xmas tree
outside the Pound shop
FEED ME!
Hungry fire cackles
remembering all the sticks
it's eaten...wants more!
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