Three Haisku* — The First Snow of Winter

Can’t find the snow brush
So Visa card scrapes the ice
Where’d I leave my gloves?

Bright white window glow
Wakens me early today
Snow sounds like quiet

Goodbye, autumn crunch
Crunch, crisp, rake, sweep — goodbye
Hello, winter slush

–lori

* “Haisku” pluralization courtesy of Fishsuit

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