Snow on one side of the canvas, silence on the other. I’d call that a perfect painting.

NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasse

When I was growing up, I’d walk to school in the snow. In Florida. Uphill all three ways.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Rain is disagreeable, but snow is as much part of the mountain as are sunshine and clear skies.

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity

The thaw came and the snow melted away and so did my dad. 'til there wasn't nothing left.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

Snow as fine and grainy as sugar covered the windows in and sifted off to the floor and did not melt.

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.

If I you were able to count all the snowflakes outside; you would get a small fraction of how much i love you