Winter

Haiku

Birds quiet their songs.

Deer hide in pine tree havens.

People remain at home.

 

Sweet silence, whiteness

Glittering in the cold air,

Old man winter comes.

 

He brings with him gifts,

Little white crystals of ice,

And a frigid hug.

 

For those who remain indoors,

He creates beautiful sights;

But the others, harm.

 

He tears their machines

Off the asphalt paths from home,

Sends them to their graves.

 

Careless they remain,

Old man winter scoffs, disturbed�"

Disobedience!

 

Author's Note

what do you think?