Observations and reflections from without and within
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Haibun for a January day
I open the door. Frosty air pinches my face. The sun rises above a ribbon of cloud on the horizon. A half moon hangs suspended in the pale western sky. Clouds roll in from the big lake. People gather at the windows and gaze through the cold glass. We stand and watch large flakes float down lazily in the giant snow globe. The afternoon sun returns and shines through the trees.
footprints in the snow that blankets the frozen earth winter comes at last