Cold November

Photo by  Mike Petrucci Your cold breath melts the snow .....on my wings and what do I do ......freeze your sun and make you my slave?

Photo by  Hayeon Yun On a bitterly cold November night The snow fell thick and fast. First like hard grains of salt, Then more like soft willow buds. The flakes settled quietly on the bamboo And piled up pleasingly on the pine branches. Rather than turning to old texts, The darkness makes me feel like Composing my own verse. - Ryokan (1758-1831)