in-between times: haiku

Winter has its in-between times. Dazzling crystal snow melts, exposing open fields. Moisture fills the air.


grasses glisten

every shade of brown


sedges rest

pines hold the sky

ever green*


After a warm spell, below-freezing cold returns—winter once more:


the crisp smell

of winter air

feels like Christmas


*some sedges and grasses stay green under snow

The felt sense of winter varies depending on where you live. Having lived in Ontario all my life, it feels like winter when there is snow and/or freezing cold.

©️2018 Ontheland

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