Category: Nordic Ski Haiku

Skiers on the prowl
Ears tuned for the howl
Of a moonlit wolf

Is there any sound
So quiet
Pastel sunrise

Black boughs
Shouldering the snow
Making my way home

You are here
In the glowing winter
Sunrise

Beneath frosted face
A warm-blooded creature
With a snotty nose

Snow on the hills
First morning light
Quiet sparkle

The long trail
Can’t stop
The sunrise

Poles striking the ground
I am the loudest creature
In the whole forest

Perfect morning sun
Shines across the frozen lake
Whispers through the pines

Snow-covered hills
Last of the day’s light settles
Into the weekend