pi & anne

night frost touching grass
not even a rejection

November frost
too late to grow
a thick skin

It’s the time of the year I wake up in the dark and cook dinner in the dark, too. Some hiccups with the night storage heating; after years of no snow, snow.

layer onto layer
outside the window
first snow

Putting myself out into the white reminds me of my black appearance, the outline of seemingly fresh, yet worn out edges.

it cannot be undone tracks in the snow

past the snow I leave untouched

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Thanks to The British Haiku Society and their beautiful image prompts this haibun came to life. Big hugs for offering this welcoming space to all haiku poets new and not so new <3.