Haiku Book

T’was a cold night,
and the moon shone so brightly,
in the frosty air.

Sometimes, in wonder,
when the coldness goes unfelt,
I immerse myself.

Walking home at night,
as the mist disperses light,
across a wet road.

The mist rolling down,
bringing a chilling silence,
to cold still water.

Oak tree silhouette,
and it rests gloriously,
with a setting sun.

I was told it snowed,
and sure enough, a dusting,
turned everything white.

Lost in his own thoughts,
he ponders the cold waters,
and what he last ate.

We are now on it
catching up with all the posts,
and updating here.

I won’t go out.

The rain pouring down,
is perfect today, its sound,
makes me feel so calm.