At eleven below zero
in the pre-zazen dawn
the sky aizome blue and
the world flocked white
the seconds tick by
like snow crystals crunching under
the boots of a passing stranger,
reinforcing the dream
of time passing.
-Geoff O’Keeffe
Lat: 40.1 / Long: -105.0 / Elev: 2168 m
Nice tone poem
Well done! A beautiful picture drawn with poetry
A little Haiku:
Crispy snow squeaking
Powder drifting in the wind
Winter wonderland.