Posted on December 23, 2009 by Frances DonovanWinter Haiku pale blue ice still soft cold wind, burning exposed cheeks alive again Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
Garden of Words 
All cats are quite vex`d
Cold white stuff covers all things
confounding cats’ thoughts
wrapped in a fur coat
even on the coldest day
the cat runs outdoors