peaceful woods –
when tinkling icicles
are wind-chimes
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December 4, 2014
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icicles as wind-chimes..magical.
When icicles are wind chimes, there is magic in the air.
I can hear them!
Awesome Haiku.
Bjorn, This brought back the many winters I experienced in northeastern Ohio–the snow, ice, and cold. Well written.. 🙂 — Suzanne
Such beautiful imagery…
I’ve lived in parts of the U.S. where I’ve heard exactly what you are describing. Well done!
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Beautiful, it’s as though I can hear them.
definitely can hear this
Nice one. Better than the back porch bamboo ones, which can get really annoying.
Tinkling icicle chimes….a winter wonderland.
this is fantastic .. love this image of tinkling wind chimes made of icicles … 🙂
Interesting that the tinkling sounds of nature bring peace to the heart. Your haiku brings me to a lovely place. Thank you.
” tinkling icicles” – love it!
A fragile kind of peace …