Lets Go For The White Christmas!

Polar Desert
by Edward S. Gault

White roofs.
The trees,
Their limbs burdened with snow,
Sag to the ground.
The train tracks
Stretch across the frozen
ground
Toward the horizon,
Then vanish-
Snow gusts.
The pond
Covered with a thick sheet of ice,
Is like a sanctuary
For all life beneath
- quiet reigns.
Like arrows, icicles
hanging from the wires
point the way.
The sun triumphs,
Snow glistens.

Copyright 2007

Ever Think You're Just Not Getting Through?

Technically, this may not be a haiku, just call it a 16 syllable short poem.

I spoke of fir trees
You spoke of big cities-
Disjointed connections

Copyright 2007