Frost

My contribution to Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge: A Shi Rensa
Frost

Winter mornings wake
to the sound of glinting frost,
a crackle of white.

A crackle of white,
Winter's symphonic poem,
a season composed.

A season composed,
notes a frozen harmony
prefiguring Spring.
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By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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