Silence Of Winter

Silence of winter

Snow falling softly to earth

Reminder of peace

In a world full of torment

In this we must take solace

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Snow Covered Meadow

Snow covered meadow,

Footprints,

Invisible animals

The only signs of life.

How peaceful is winter’s blanket

From behind frosted window pane.

Harshness tempered by modernity

Heat, Wisp of steam

Floral scent of herbal tea filling the air.

Thankful to be witnessing

Beauty and cruelty,

From the comfort of home.

 

.~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Clawing and Scratching (Haiku)

Clawing and scratching

Old Man Winter fights for life

Nature defies him


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What dreams have the trees

Except to brighten this world

Seasons perfection


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Buds are rays of hope

Each one a promising life

Springtime’s renewal

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Linked to the prompt over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Ha.

Green, It Bursts From Barren Bone

Green, it bursts from barren bone,

Winter’s skeleton it heals.

Buds like sequins brightly shone,

Nature’s attention it steals.

 

Grey and dull against sleet and snow,

Awake though seeming asleep.

Biding its time until spring makes a go,

An entrance its certain to keep.

 

An annual ball to welcome the birth,

Introduction sure to astound.

Filling the forest with echoes of mirth,

From sky to the roots underground.

 

O’ this time of year is a sight to behold,

Giving the living their due.

Year after year it never grows old,

Of this I’ll always speak true.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Falling, Falling Down (Haiku)

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Falling, falling down

Landing back to mother earth

Children home to roost

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Crystal Purity (Tanka)

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Crystal purity

Floats down from a slate grey sky

Covering man’s filth

Trying to bring back the past

While wiping the canvas clean

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Buds

 

Buds

Sparrows

Defy cold

Fickle winter

Sensing springs approach

Something man never could

Having lost touch with nature

Too absorbed with things of this world

He is merely along for the ride

Technology and ignorance stunt him

Now he must live as a passenger

Trusting meteorology

A most imperfect science

To decipher nature

While birds and buds thrive

In harmony

with instincts

That man

Lost

 

~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~