Even rarer than sunny days in winter here, are below zero celcius days of dry cold snow. Sunday night I came out of the Ukrainian hall (after enjoying a colourful dance performance) in Strathcona, an old area of Vancouver, and it felt like I was walking into a different world. By then it was dark, the streets were pretty much empty, and there was a different feel in the air from the snow on the ground and the unusual cold. With the old row houses dating back to the turn of the last century, I could have been stepping back in time to Dickens’ world….Couldn’t resist going for a walk….
breaths puff in crisp air
Christmas lights reflect on snow
stillness holds the street
December 23, 2008 at 10:04 pm |
Winter Haiku
Silent snow falling
winter draped in black and white
dressed for the season
The time of year when
the spirit of Christmas lives
hopefully for all
December 23, 2008 at 10:43 pm |
Thanks for sharing your festive haiku!