When the cold nips at toes and noses:

A snowy haiku.

A winter trifle.

Haiku is the appreciation of the little things, delighting in the small moments that occur. Words that pithily paint a picture, capturing a moment in time. These are my pitiful attempts of a misused and most misunderstood form of poetry.

I heard there was going to be snow tomorrow and thoughts of a giant snowflake came to my mind.

This poem is about the snowflakes.

To me…

When snow fall, the night is calm with a strange medieval storm,
Surreal within the frame of nature, and still we go on in the beautiful spirit the snowflakes began.

Poem about a snow storm reminding elders of youth.

And finally Winter, with its biting, whining wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow. ~ Roy Bean.