Stanley Pelter

Haiku

   WINTER  selection

 

on the brink

snow fuses

with the horizon

wait in snow

one thought warms

as feet freeze

 

 

thin moon

it shivers

beneath the river

blue shadow

she stays still

until it lengthens

 

thick hail

it blurs the space between

front and back

 

shortest day

naked shadows

overlap

 

winds sweave and twurn

trees blend everyway

and even leaves fly

thin tree

two crows

adjust

into a thin fox

ice-pond ducks disappear

brown feathers settle

grey sky

cataract operation

colours everything

cold sun

whittles away at shadows

we remain

bouquet of snowdrops

they look at their watches

those pallbearers

as we two lie

hand in hand

it buries us