We’re high in the mountains for a couple of haiku…

Snow
The pure, new-born glare
of upper-slope snow, biding,
waiting to rush down.
Continue reading “Snow and Sun | Haiku”We’re high in the mountains for a couple of haiku…

Snow
The pure, new-born glare
of upper-slope snow, biding,
waiting to rush down.
Continue reading “Snow and Sun | Haiku”