Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Those things that just cross your mind and don't leave you alone are probably the only pure and wonderful creativity that exists. I see so many different levels of interpretation in this poem.
The winter snow falling, to me, is obviously in winter, but in a time of mourning, of death, relentlessly yet. It just doesn't stop, there is no grace-period or mercy. Not knowing that it's covered with rays, that is phenomenal. The rays are the sun, of course, the hope, the happiness. I think this winter wants to be shaded and relentless, because it is oblivious to the beauty that surrounds it.
Superb!
Wonder and nature abound in a snowdrift theory, the times are short yet
the sun is bright, this is a poem of hope and renewel and that begs the
unknown, that of the new day :) Great work, I liked this alot!
Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Those things that just cross your mind and don't leave you alone are probably the only pure and wonderful creativity that exists. I see so many different levels of interpretation in this poem.
The winter snow falling, to me, is obviously in winter, but in a time of mourning, of death, relentlessly yet. It just doesn't stop, there is no grace-period or mercy. Not knowing that it's covered with rays, that is phenomenal. The rays are the sun, of course, the hope, the happiness. I think this winter wants to be shaded and relentless, because it is oblivious to the beauty that surrounds it.
Superb!
Nice haiku, I know i can never write a haiku cause i just cant, i need to have lots of words and i dont really write about nature oh to often. Good job :)