Grey bare limbs quaking
in a cold blue winter sky
while doves mourn the cold
Ice chimes tinkle softly
where the spring becomes a rill
as frogs dream of warmth
In a world frozen
reduced to mere essentials
despair arises
Yet sharp eyes observe
among the dull grays and green
splashes of bright red
Holly berry dots
cardinals flitting, bobbing
like life's blood splashed
Raucous jays on wing
adding their bright blue and white
in small flocks of life
In this time of death
promises of coming life
portend spring will come
Comments
Hi Stan
A great winter series of Haikus, scripted in your inimitable style of painting a picture with words...
Regards...
Hi Raj
I kinda consider it a structured type of free verse. Still can't get over thinking anything Haiku must only have 3 lines lol. Appreciate the visit......stan