The snow arrived yesterday, with December, and with it, the exodus of mild temperatures experienced only the day before. On the roads, accidents and near-accidents. In the yards, children tearing up the snow in the dark before bed and again before the next day's school bus.
A female American goldfinch perched at my feeder this morning, and just before she arrived, a female cardinal ate. In their muted colors, I would not have been able to identify them from much farther away, on the bony limbs of a pin oak. At the feeder, they seem nuanced in elegance.
A stray dog came through the yard, his black coat betraying his customary cloak-and-dagger approach, eliciting a come-here whistle that only served to scare him off.
And yet, officially, it is still fall. In the wintry days of haiku, the world appears new, and the snow highlights players who would otherwise remain unseen.
There is always something in nature to mirror the human spirit, and something in the human spirit to appreciate, and wonder at, nature.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
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Rae, great to hear from you again!
Let's see if this comment appears, or not. I never tried one of these things on Blogspot before.
Bob
For some reason, winter and haiku really do go together, I suppose it's the quiet contemplation we get from watching snow fall for hours, not really expecting to see anything but snow falling, our minds wander. It's funny that not so many thoughts can be captured and structured.
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