Saturday, January 12, 2008

January is the cruelest month

Ochre, tan, dull brown
moist tree bark, wet moss faded
nature is tired.

Cold eyes blink, white-washed.
Will they remember color?
Spring three months away.

Posted by jillypoet at 9:19 AM

1 comment:

jem said...

Such sad haiku. Maybe we need to learn to love the winter colours as their own unique palette. In some ways I find their subtlty refreshing after the vividness of summer and autumn.

January 12, 2008 at 10:03 AM

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