Haiku: Frozen Soil

sundown on black hills
naked plants, dry frozen soil
stroll through vineyards, chills

submitted to Poetry Potluck, thanks Jingle for hosting 🙂

Published by Dag Travner

born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster. View all posts by Dag Travner

5 thoughts on “Haiku: Frozen Soil”

lazfreedman says:

March 8, 2011 at 1:28 am

A good one…. dig the visual
I enjoyed, Thank you
Peace,
Laz

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Paulo Guimaraes says:

March 8, 2011 at 4:28 am

Seems that death is all around you, creepy! Time for Spring to bring rebirth!

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Brennan Bogert says:

March 9, 2011 at 3:52 am

This has some great imagery.
I always find it hard to make haikus make sense but you did great with this one.

Thanks for sharing.

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Lydia says:

March 9, 2011 at 10:38 am

Thumbs up. For this Haiku and for getting through winter!

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promising poets parking lot says:

March 25, 2011 at 3:53 pm

superb imagery.
A++

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