To follow a tradition of writing a haiku on new year's day, I rose early and started writing ... MSN chatline started, then Skype twice, breakfast and the washing up ... It is now after Noon, and I have these paltry attempts written, but not in a contemplative frame of mind at all!
snow fills
the satellite dish –
dove shakes its wings
*
fresh sneaker tracks
by the snow-capped
barbecue
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