Winter walk poetry

More often than not, nature inspires me. Enter: my winter walk poetry.

Lately, my cold daily walks have been a quiet time to drink in my surroundings and let my thoughts blend together. Sometimes, something poetic emerges on the other side.

Here are some winter walking-inspired haikus.

Lost in Translation

Crisp under my foot
Snow speaks in many languages
Most I can’t warm to

Mountain Mama

Mountains surround me
Do they miss their mothers, like
someday I’ll miss mine?

Stand-Off

My heart almost stopped,
the deer’s eyes didn’t blink. A
deep breath I could see

Race to Clarity

I quicken my pace,
here to clear my head. Who smells
roses anymore?

Cold Killer

If I were attacked,
no one would know. Just my prints
in this barren snow

Seasonal Darkness

Every moment counts
Tick! Darkness expands. My walk
is cloaked in shadows

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