This photo practically does all the work for a reader’s imagination, but we can still wonder about the trespassers. Owner of the fields? Children? Large animals? After admiring virgin snow, it was always fun to make the first footprints. Thanks, Dave.
Yes, there is some (welcome) mystery in the photo and poem, Mary Jo. And I agree that it’s a pleasure and a privilege to make the first footprints in pristine snow. Plus maybe a bit of regret. 🙂
Excellent. Beautiful photo. It snowed for a while at our house yesterday. Laurie said she walked out to the river, and soon the neighbor kids, who moved in about 6 months ago, walked up to the levee in full snow gear pulling a sled. The dusting of snow had already melted off the banks of the levee they were going to sled down. She said the kids stood on the levee looking perplexed about what to do with a sled and no snow.
Oh, man…poor kids! I can just visualize this scene and their disappointment. Poor parents who have to listen to them and encourage everyone’s patience! Thanks, Tim. 🙂
We rarely get enough snow to sled, and snow never lasts long in the valley. I felt sorry for the kids when Laurie said they had a sled. I don’t know that many people would have sleds in Corrales.
This was one of those rare instances when a nearly completed poem was finished through the assistance of a photo. Thank you for stopping by! I greatly enjoyed your interview on Rebecca’s blog as well as visiting your own website.
The image of a drowsy sun brought back so many memories of living in Northern Manitoba, Mary Jo. I recall walking to school in the dark and coming home in the dark. Sunrise in January would come at around 9:30 and sunset would happen at around 4:00. It seemed that the sun was drowsy indeed. The sun seemed to like to sleep in and could hardly wait to go to bed at night. But we didn’t mind because we all knew that while the sun was up, he did a great job of trying to warm our winter temperatures.
Oh wow, that’s truly drowsy…and dark! I know you miss snow often but probably not all that darkness. I’m so happy my little winter haiku are evoking so many Manitoba memories for you, Rebecca.🤗❄️🛷☃️⛸🤗
I miss the North – even the darkness which was lit by northern lights. Sometimes the whole sky was filled!!! Did you know that northern lights make noise – crackles and muffled bangs? I understand that scientists still don’t know exactly how these noises are made.. The summer months made up for the winter months. I remember visiting people at 11pm and the sun was still shining in the sky.
A wonderful photo and poem, with engaging discussion that followed! In our neck of the woods, deer tend to be the intruders leaving the tracks–and they come with attitude aplenty, as befitting their flaunting of their tracks.
Bravo! This one is a cross between tricky and trippy, so ya really need to pivot yourself around the centre of the lines to make it come together. In other words, it’s clever, crafty and careful. Well done!
The perfect picture of nature’s beauty. A scene I could stand and look at for a very long time. Snow does make the world such a bright and lovely place. As your words state – that is a drowsy sun.
It truly is, Peggy. One could stand in that tranquility for awhile and wonder about who dared to make tracks while that drowsy sun wasn’t paying attention 🙂
This photo blew my MIND! I love the flaky white miracle. In Kentucky, we got a dusting, but mostly ICE! Thanx for a beautiful pic and thoughtful haiku.
Yes, it really is a beautiful photo. I haven’t been able to find the photographer, although similar ones were seen on a couple British news sites, so I figure it’s a British landscape. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
THE WOUND THAT HEALS 
Beautifully done!
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It’s certainly a different landscape than those featured at your blog! You can enjoy the snow from a safe distance here. Thank you, Frank.
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Perfect pairing of superb poetry and stunning picture, Mary Jo!
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This photo practically does all the work for a reader’s imagination, but we can still wonder about the trespassers. Owner of the fields? Children? Large animals? After admiring virgin snow, it was always fun to make the first footprints. Thanks, Dave.
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Yes, there is some (welcome) mystery in the photo and poem, Mary Jo. And I agree that it’s a pleasure and a privilege to make the first footprints in pristine snow. Plus maybe a bit of regret. 🙂
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Definitely both 🙂
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Sun and snow..perfect👌🏻
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Thanks for your comment!
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Most welcome
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Excellent. Beautiful photo. It snowed for a while at our house yesterday. Laurie said she walked out to the river, and soon the neighbor kids, who moved in about 6 months ago, walked up to the levee in full snow gear pulling a sled. The dusting of snow had already melted off the banks of the levee they were going to sled down. She said the kids stood on the levee looking perplexed about what to do with a sled and no snow.
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Oh, man…poor kids! I can just visualize this scene and their disappointment. Poor parents who have to listen to them and encourage everyone’s patience! Thanks, Tim. 🙂
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We rarely get enough snow to sled, and snow never lasts long in the valley. I felt sorry for the kids when Laurie said they had a sled. I don’t know that many people would have sleds in Corrales.
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After the silence, soft prints…
and what a joy it is making them!
Beautiful, Mary Jo! 🤗❤
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Yes, so joyful making prints in that silence! Thank you, dear Marina. 🙂
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A lovely haiku. You’ve captured the picture perfectly.
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This was one of those rare instances when a nearly completed poem was finished through the assistance of a photo. Thank you for stopping by! I greatly enjoyed your interview on Rebecca’s blog as well as visiting your own website.
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The image of a drowsy sun brought back so many memories of living in Northern Manitoba, Mary Jo. I recall walking to school in the dark and coming home in the dark. Sunrise in January would come at around 9:30 and sunset would happen at around 4:00. It seemed that the sun was drowsy indeed. The sun seemed to like to sleep in and could hardly wait to go to bed at night. But we didn’t mind because we all knew that while the sun was up, he did a great job of trying to warm our winter temperatures.
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Oh wow, that’s truly drowsy…and dark! I know you miss snow often but probably not all that darkness. I’m so happy my little winter haiku are evoking so many Manitoba memories for you, Rebecca.🤗❄️🛷☃️⛸🤗
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I miss the North – even the darkness which was lit by northern lights. Sometimes the whole sky was filled!!! Did you know that northern lights make noise – crackles and muffled bangs? I understand that scientists still don’t know exactly how these noises are made.. The summer months made up for the winter months. I remember visiting people at 11pm and the sun was still shining in the sky.
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I did not know that! And I wondered about the land of the nearly midnight sun. What wonders you have experienced!
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Ah, Mary Jo. I did not know it then, but I do now. So thank you, my dear friend, for your poetry that gives me great joy.
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Rebecca, I hope you create a family podcast about those years in the deep freeze with all that raw winter beauty.
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I’ve always wanted to see the northern lights.
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A wonderful photo and poem, with engaging discussion that followed! In our neck of the woods, deer tend to be the intruders leaving the tracks–and they come with attitude aplenty, as befitting their flaunting of their tracks.
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Thank you, Liz! I agree it’s been engaging. Deer certainly do have attitude and flaunting skills. 😊
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Particularly when they wantonly eat my hostas. 😦
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Lovely! There’s just something about fresh fluffy snow that no-one has walked on yet.
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Thank you, Elisabeth! I agree 100% 🙂
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Bravo! This one is a cross between tricky and trippy, so ya really need to pivot yourself around the centre of the lines to make it come together. In other words, it’s clever, crafty and careful. Well done!
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Thank you for this critique, Jason. I suppose reading the haiku masters years ago has rubbed off a bit, hopefully.
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What a view Mary, I love it. 🙂
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I loved it the moment I found it.
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Beautiful – all. I am back to my childhood again…
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It’s a joy to evoke your lovely childhood memories.
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The perfect picture of nature’s beauty. A scene I could stand and look at for a very long time. Snow does make the world such a bright and lovely place. As your words state – that is a drowsy sun.
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It truly is, Peggy. One could stand in that tranquility for awhile and wonder about who dared to make tracks while that drowsy sun wasn’t paying attention 🙂
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Beautiful…both the poem, and the photo!
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Thank you, Linda! The photo isn’t mine and appears to be taken somewhere in Great Britain, as far as I could gather. 🙂
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This photo blew my MIND! I love the flaky white miracle. In Kentucky, we got a dusting, but mostly ICE! Thanx for a beautiful pic and thoughtful haiku.
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Yes, it really is a beautiful photo. I haven’t been able to find the photographer, although similar ones were seen on a couple British news sites, so I figure it’s a British landscape. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
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