haiku December 19, 2006May 8, 2015 Matt Powellhaiku knife edge air, bright starswinter’s no joke in these plainsheater is so slow Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Related
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Greetings from the cold – heavy wet and frigid cold that hits and runs 360 degrees around and into and through you – Northwest. And stars? They may shine in the knife-edged Rocky Mountain night but are here gone away high, so high above this massively thick canopy of ccccold.
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Wm. Shakespeare (Henry VI, part 2)
So – Seasons’ Greetings!
absent friend, to hear
from you! Greetings warms cold toes.
thanks, ones and zeroes.