on weathering spring snowstorm

This could be a lullaby or children’s poem but kind of romantic too…what do you think?    The repeating question and rhythm is similar to a wonderful children’s bedtime book, Where Does the Brown Bear Go? by Nicki Weiss. 

 

where do red robins go

my love, do you know

where do red robins go

when it snows?

 

they hide in evergreen

branches, soft and low

they hide in evergreens

when it snows.

 

but where do sparrows go

my love, do you know

where little sparrows go

when it blows?

 

they don’t mind the cold

watch the birds to know

how to cuddle ~this~ close

when it blows!

 

 

logo-napowrimo

cold that purifies

 

bare tree silhouettes

world iced in dazzling white

winter’s elegance

 

“Elegance is the correct posture if the writing is to be perfect. It’s the same with life: when all superfluous things have been discarded, we discover simplicity and concentration. The simpler and more sober the posture, the more beautiful it will be, even though, at first, it may seem uncomfortable.”         – Paulo Coelho

Quote taken from Chevre’s prompt on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai