A list of winter haiku that come to mind as I find things to do around the house here in 2021.
Shoveling wood chipped
Pieces, into flower beds
Of once tall pine trees
Clear rain droplets hang
From invasive privet that
A big green pocked moon
Over a long darker pool
My empty tea cup.
There is something sad about this, tall trees having to be cut down, and a bit of irony that they go into helping other things to grow, albeit it shorter members of the plant family. But, sticking with the theme of winter, it aligns with the silent period of breakdown and settling before spring growth begins.
I’ll try to keep coming back here to add new ones as they come up.
If you have any to share, comment with them.