We went up early to catch a bit of ice before it melts; skating wasn’t great, but we felt free when we turned back home to sail with the wind.
Each day the daylight grows, and even under pewter clouds we feel how the winter’s shroud being ripped apart by light.
Not yet spring today, but it’s winter-spring with sea-scent in the wind.
this morning still
finches feasting on the suet
water drips from eaves
Tomorrow sun will rise at seven.
For Toni at toads I tried to write a bit of haiku and haibun for a season that is neither winter nor spring.
Will also link to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.
February 23, 2019