Late Night Haiku XLVIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 7:06 AM

CXXXVII. Snow fell on past snow,
Restored the day-toiled cover,
Hid foretastes of spring.

CXXXVIII. Light dances on snow,
Unaware the icy air,
Content to melt later.

CXXXIL. Not a snowman graced
The path I took — forgotten
Amongst the garland.


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