Caren Krutsinger Poet Haibun

Blue Shadows On White Snow

He was tired of pneumonia, wanted to get out there and play in the snow. In an hour his pals would be trudging up the sledding hill with their sleds. He had been sick too many days; he was tired of Jell-o, and his mother's voice being too empathetic, and apologetic. He played with the frost on the window. Wondering if anyone would notice if he slipped outside? It would not take him long to get to the top of the hill.  Unfortunately, the snow was virginal. If Mom saw the tracks from their house, he would be in big trouble. He noticed for the first time that the tree shadows in the snow were blue. Fascinated, he pushed his nose next to the window, reveling in the icy cold feel of it. 


                                  frosted window pane
                           blue tree shadows on white snow 
                                    my nose is ice cold

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L Milton Hankins February 21, 2021 at 12:35 PM Wow! "Blue Tree Shadows on White Snow" would be a splendid title for a novel, don't you think? I enjoyed your exceptionally well-written piece very much, Caren. Caren Krutsinger February 22, 2021 at 4:41 AM I do think so. Feel free to use it.

Krish Radhakrishna February 14, 2021 at 1:20 AM This is a wonderful write! well done. very original! Like the feel of it! Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2021 at 9:59 PM Thank you Krish

Eve Roper January 31, 2021 at 10:18 PM Love the write , Caren, enjoyed reading. Poor children or even adults that are stuck in the house because of illness. Hugs Eve Caren Krutsinger February 1, 2021 at 4:29 PM It is so sad to be inside looking out, never living your life.

Quoth Theraven January 31, 2021 at 6:41 PM Caren, Very melodic and hypnotic write. The cold can bite in winter's shadowy secret places. -Richard Caren Krutsinger February 1, 2021 at 4:29 PM Thank you Richard. I appreciate your visit.