Stillness in the snow,
pearl arraignment eastern sky…
paint brush from above.
Stillness in woodland,
snowbirds climb tiered tree branches,
wind whispers winter’s thaw.
Stillness in dawn sky,
dollops of snow on tall pines;
winter covers earth.
A haiku winter poem for earthweal open link weekend #53
P.L. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest
“She is not afraid of snow for her household,
For all her household is clothed with scarlet.”
Psalm 31:21
“But no matter how low the mercury dips, or how deep the snow cover, you’ll find winter birds of Wisconsin going about their business. Small flocks of black-capped chickadees search for food, foraging for seed and suet. They often join nuthatches, cardinals, downy woodpeckers, and others at backyard feeders.”
birdwatchersdigest.com
“Wisconsin average snowfall ranges from about 40 inches in the south to as much as 160 inches along the shores of Lake Superior. On average, about 35 to 40 winterweather events hit Wisconsin each winter.”
Wisconsindot.gov
Patti Wolf 
The repetition of stillness is like falling snow. Silent and blanketing. We’re lucky the birds can stand it!
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Though the poem is about stillness there is a wonderful flow to your words, which is a difficult skill to master with haiku.
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Thank you
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You evoke the snow so well. I love the idea of snowbirds….
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These don’t fly south 😉
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I’ve just googled snowbirds and discovered its meaning when applied to people!
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The repetition of ‘stillness’ emphasised the quiet image, Patricia. Snow is nature’s muffler. I love the alliteration in ‘wind whispers winter’s thaw’.
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So true… especially early morning
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There is definitely a special stillness in new untouched snow. (K)
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It doesn’t stay that way too long. I love fresh animal prints in new fallen snow.
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What a gorgeous sky that is, in photo and captured in your words. Such beauty.
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Sherry, a winter sky stands out in Wisconsin. It’s a plus during tundra months.
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How incredible to have so much snow. Your poem makes it sound so peaceful and beautiful.
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It is peaceful unless one needs to drive in it 😬
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Yes, that would awful.
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