Silence in the Snow “Haiku”

goat bells sound

melting snow drips

no-one passing by


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 brew


not even the wind stirs

breath on the windows

leaves triangles clear


night in her slippers

sneaks along the lanes

closer each minute


time to sketch the curtains

and seal this womb

against the cold world