Yellow leaves surrender
to the cold. Swept away.
Courted by the wind.
Frigid water roars
Over cobbled stones and falls
Foaming, snarling, down.
Snow wrapped mountain,
waiting on Spring's brilliant light
to breath again.
Winged imprints in
snow. An instant caught yet
lost forever, come Spring.
Gray clouds enshroud,
a solitary cedar.
Bowed by the cold and rain.
What do you think?

ah ok, haikus?
Mr. Wille2:23 PM