This is a poem I wrote yesterday after wanting to write a Haiku. I had just visited Find Your Middle Ground‘s site – specifically the post “Haiku – cycles and seasons“. The beginning of that post has a wonderful Haiku, and I was motivated to write. It was a blustery, snowy day outside. I thought, why not, let’s write about snow. As I wrote and rewrote the lines, I finally gave up on the idea of a Haiku. Maybe it was a lack of mental fortitude, but I quite enjoy this short poetic number and hope you do too.
In my childhood, I was the snow
flake sticking to the floor
Sneaking in through aided winds
that coordinate a cloud’s manic dance
At just the right time,
half past seven in the morning,
right after my brother opened the door