Full winter moon:
the icicle
the icicle’s shadow
Geraldine Clinton Little
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Up the hill
Onto the peninsula
Up the driveway
To the cottage
Snow is everywhere
We walk to Rutland Water
Past rooftops
Past church spires
Past the thatched house
With icicles, long icicles
Hanging from the window frames
Hanging from the door frame
Then on past trees
Past the post box
Through the fields
To the shoreline
With poachers acting as gamekeepers
Fishermen being as children
The frozen, icy water
Offering play for everyone
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
