It is snowing and I sit by my window reading a book of winter haiku. Here is a haiku by Miura Yuzuru Snow on top Lengthens The height of the gateposts. Here is one by Ono Rinka A winter shower driving down-- Turmeric flowers In full bloom. And, finally, we have Nozawa Setsuko Heaven and earth Convulsing in the same breath Let fall a tremendous snow. I've always liked to sit and watch snow. It is a good diversion. One feels so much comfort by snow, even though it is, of course, cold and treacherous. It covers the world, making it all fresh and new, yet at the same time killing the last remnants of fall. Roads are slick. People fall on concrete. The snow falls in swirling, beautiful patterns, smoothing even that out. It is calming to sit by the window as the snow falls and read. So I take up my pencil and write in the margin next to the three poems: Snow falls quietly As I read by the window Words settle my mind.
