Mar 31, 2017 Haibun, Original Poetry

Sugar-Frost Fur, Cold Feet
(A Haibun)
©March 31st, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Snow falls, fat and lazy, dreaming of Christmas in March.  Dog gazes out, blanketed in puzzlement – what happened to yester-sunny-day?  Memory is a shaky thing, fragile as an old woman with paper-thin skin, but she nudges the canine mind, and Dog steps out, resigned and eager, both, snow-blind.  Her fur frosts like sugar.  She sniffs the air, investigates the perimeter of our backyard, placates the snow-gods, steps as if on shards, then returns, paws ice-hard.

Paws leave hasty prints
I was here! and here!  (they say).
Feet, meet kitchen-warmth!
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Today is the first day of NaPoWriMo 2017.

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