White and powdery snow becoming precious as a memory.PS: It hasn't snowed here in these parts this winter. When I was a child, there would always be snow here around this time of the year.
Almost Haiku: Twenty-Four
Tag: Poetry
Almost Haiku: Twenty-Three
Glazed trees branches cracking winter's whim.
Almost Haiku: Twenty-Two
Jars of tea steaming cups cold waiting outside.
boy with a hat 