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