Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Snowdrops

The sound of windchimes
softly play. I shovel new
borne snow, cleansed is soul.
Posted by at
Labels: , , ,

2 comments:

  1. The Silent RavenAugust 26, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    A gentle song, of winter and of cleansing.
    And there I am, in the moment which Amoniel has constructed, listening to "the sound of windchimes softly play" and reading redemption in the shovelling "of newborne snow." A calming haiku, like... indeed, like a snowdrop!

    ReplyDelete
  2. AmonielAugust 26, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    This has been in my drafts forever, since last winter. I've always wanted to write that moment, that complete and separate world one experiences in softly falling snow. This is the very closest I've come to date, and I think that haiku is thoroughly fitting.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)