The Last Haiku of the Year
Snow falls gently, the sky grows light;
the town awakes like a yawning child.
I'm kind of a traditionalist so I followed the rules—17 syllables, a seasonal reference, and two juxtaposed parts. The cat was sitting on the piano a minute ago, watching the snow plows go by; now he's sitting on me. I'm letting him for the moment but I have to make another cup of tea and get about my business, because the town is waking up and I should too.
the town awakes like a yawning child.
I'm kind of a traditionalist so I followed the rules—17 syllables, a seasonal reference, and two juxtaposed parts. The cat was sitting on the piano a minute ago, watching the snow plows go by; now he's sitting on me. I'm letting him for the moment but I have to make another cup of tea and get about my business, because the town is waking up and I should too.
0 TrackBacks
Listed below are links to blogs that reference this entry: The Last Haiku of the Year.
TrackBack URL for this entry: http://blog.mattfreemanwriter.com/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/491
Leave a comment