snowbound . . .
down to the last cup
of birdseed

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Issue 16.2 | 16 January 2017

7 Responses

  1. Sarah Russell Says:
    January 16th, 2017 at 9:22 am

    Love this.

  2. Helen Buckingham Says:
    January 16th, 2017 at 9:23 am

    first snow
    the emptiness
    of the bird feeder

    (brass bell, December 2014)

  3. magyar Says:
    January 16th, 2017 at 9:57 am

    I'll… re-add comment #3.
    __ It happens to we all, Lesley Anne, and you've captured that 'situation' so well. Nice_!

    Moonbeam; through this windy snowfall; shooting stars.
    _m

  4. Marilyn Hazelton Says:
    January 16th, 2017 at 11:04 am

    Lovely!!!

  5. Alan Summers Says:
    January 16th, 2017 at 3:49 pm

    .
    Wonderful haiku!

    .
    .
    the warmth
    of mismatched gloves
    first snowfall

    Alan Summers
    Publication Credit: The Heron's Nest Volume XVII, Number 3: September 2015

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  6. Susan Burch Says:
    January 20th, 2017 at 3:17 pm

    I love this too! Lesley rocks!

  7. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:
    February 3rd, 2017 at 1:58 am

    Great tension in this.

    marion

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