I wrap my scarf tightly. The chill sinks deep. Mist rises and falls on frozen earth. Veiled clouds swirl over icy pond. All is still… breathless marsh grasses.
I linger in hope of returning critters: rambling ducks, chattering red-wings and gossiping geese soon will come home. It’s the prattling cricket frogs I long for these shadowy winter days. Till then I’ll be tranquil myself and wait.
Alabaster fog,
bundled stiff between seasons.
Awake marsh grasses!
It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse!
Patti Wolf 
I cannot wait for spring to come. Thanks for joining us.
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Winter’s blanket of chills seems to last too long. Waiting seems like forever. Nicely written! ❤
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A wonderful haibun and I love your ‘Alabaster fog, bundled stiff between seasons.’
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I too am taken with the alabaster fog and the waiting for the seasons to change. Yes, awake marsh grasses!
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…Till then I’ll be tranquil myself and wait… A beautiful line. As are the words “alabastor fog.” This is a beautiful write…as is the image.
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Ooh, I love that alabaster fog!
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I do wait in the same way. Alabaster is a great word for the cold beauty of winter.
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Its what happens isn’t it with the seasons, we get into one season and we start to generate expectations for the next season we are awaiting….you captured this well.
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Alabaster fog – what a fabulous thought! I like this piece!
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That haiku!!! Yay! So awesome. 🙂
“The chill sinks deep. Mist rises and falls on frozen earth.” … Here, I misread “mist” as “mint,” which I love. It makes me think of those mint-chocolates on hotel pillows. Let’s picture that together, okay?
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Alabaster fog.. fantastic image.
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Nice description of longing and waiting for spring.
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Your photo is so well described by the haibun!
Beautifully crafted. 🙂
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