Haiku Sunday

Driving home from Talkeetna last night, the scenery was beautiful. Until the sun set. Then it was pitch black all around me.

In the spirit of the haiku we have been writing all winter here at Denali, I thought of a new one:

The abyss of night
Moon and stars will guide the way
Winter way up north

Do you ever write poetry? I never used to. But the 5-7-5 Haiku has drawn me in this winter. I now find myself counting syllables when I think up some creative phrase.

February snow
Blowing, swirling all around
Winter's not done yet!