Snowfall

Haiku and commentary

Photo by Raimond Klavins on Unsplash

pellets of snowfall
steady shovel cracking ice
clearing way for sun

Living in Southern California for the last eleven years, I thought I would never miss the snow — but I do. I miss the beauty of it. The cold, pure air of winter. The winter light. The whiteout in the morning. You knew you were alive during a snowfall because shoveling your…