Silent “Haiku”

I wrote these one day when we were snowed in and pretty much stuck in our cottage.

 

goat bells sound

the melting snow drips

no-one passing the cottage

 

a quiet island oasis,

even the shells

do not carry oceans

 

the rooster whispers

a lost voice in the white

no chant for his ladies

 

a hush in the slush

the world awaits

God has pressed pause

 

He has gone out

to put the kettle on,

time for a fresh brew

 

not even the wind stirs.

the breath on the windows

leaves triangles clear

 

night in her slippers

sneaks along the lanes

getting closer each minute

 

time to sketch the curtains

and seal this womb

against the cold world