Thursday, January 3, 2008

Haiku: Frost

Curiosity
trumps fear of a whitened field.
Four paws crunch her prints.

Here in the Bay Area, the closest we get to snow in these parts is the frost that covers our windshields, roofs and, yes, the grassy field mutton head and I call our own. Corrie's first encounter with her green field covered in a sheet of white was a sight to behold.

[I intend to keep using the prompts at One Deep Breath because...Because.]

Deadwood

I mentioned to Eldest the other night that I had a fairly wide open day Friday. Writer that he is, he wondered if I would perhaps like a wri...