Jack Frost

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shimmering frost masks lingering plants and flowers awaiting death’s grasp ~ silent deer prance close avoiding the hunter’s bow scenting through a fog ~ whispers of robins flying away to the south leaving colder lands ~ persistent leaves crunch beneath booted footstep’s stride capturing heartbeats ~ first glimpse of snowfall warning hands to use mittens feet to dance quickly

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Silent One

Date: 11/9/2019 10:57:00 AM

It is getting colder here... Jack Frost has finally come., You described it very well

Ann Foster

Date: 11/9/2019 10:56:00 AM

So beautiful a picture your words create in my mind. God Bless you... Ann

Panagiota Romios

Date: 11/9/2019 10:26:00 AM

Very good, Gina! Enjoy the cold... I will enjoy the 80 degrees here, I think You would have to call me... Popsicle if I lived with Sir Frost.)) Sister Sun and I are more compatible. Love, Panagiota Love, Panahiota

Silent One

Date: 11/9/2019 5:58:00 AM

These are an awesome bunch of haiku... Great imagery...

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/9/2019 4:38:00 AM

I can hear the leaf crunch, and see the silent deer. You have done a fine job with this poem, Gina.