Saturday Snow. Haiku too.
The cold enveloped me as I walked out of the shop while the snow battered my face taking this image Saturday about noonish.
This haiku was blown, and stalled cracklin’, on my rear leg.
Another 9 degree winter Saturday in downtown Craig Montana.
Snow falls river white,
A bare hook, bobbin, and thread,
Fish whistle in hand.
I too enjoy a fish whistle now and again…
Cheers
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Haiku – 5, 7, 5 syllables You need “a” bare hook, bobbin, and thread
Damn mystery writer forgot the 7th syllable. What? I added it. Thanks Jere!!!
A poet and he didn’t know it.