Haiku for the end of winter

Jane Dougherty Writes

Two haiku about the lingering cold. One more hopeful. The painting is by Mednyánszky.


Mist beneath the trees

cold drips from stark black branches

ice cracks as I pass.

* * *

Fog on the river

disconsolate gulls crying

water grey as death.

 * * *

Swing low rising moon

into the net of my dreams

and light my shadows.

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