December 29th 2015

The winter’s first snow—about five inches; but less like a snow than pellets of ice. The brook immediately behind our house is hemmed in by the ice and snow, a narrow channel that makes the cold water run all the quicker.

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stepping
····in her mother’s steps—one trail
·········· in the snow

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Remembering when my daughters were younger. So much easier in deep snow, when you’re little, to follow in another’s steps.

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after
····the snowstorm—the crows are still
·······black

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When all else is white, even the evergreens. Juncos visited under the bridge, looking for fallen sunflower seeds.

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53: December 29th 2015 | bottlecap

3 responses

  1. My partner asked me what I was doing with the pictures I just sent you in response to today’s haibun image and then she got interested in what haibun were and why and as we were reading what you wrote December 29 I noticed for the first time that the snowflakes on your page are not just in the cardinal woodcut but over the entire page. They’re even sprinkling on these words as I write them. Neat! As are these visits of yours with us every morning when I first power up . . .

    • Thanks so much for the pictures! :-) I received them while working on the post immediately following this one. Worthy of Issa! Even dogs, you know, don’t mind a few footprints to follow in. I’m going out next to check my mailbox.

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