WINTER’S BREATH: A Haibun

Snow floats down slowly as if it dances to its own symphony. Oversized flakes, wavering from their normal path, drift in the slight breeze and lay upon all they touch. It is more than snow I see through the window panes. It is hope. It is peace.¬†¬†Above all, it is a promise of better things,Continue reading “WINTER’S BREATH: A Haibun”