The ground is covered with snow.
There is ice on all the plants
like stone flowers.
(by Darren)
The frost is cold.
Spiky blades of grass
crackle under your feet.
(by Peter)
The sky is black,
the moon shines on the ice,
the ice is silver.
(by Sarah)
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
The ground is covered with snow.
There is ice on all the plants
like stone flowers.
(by Darren)
The frost is cold.
Spiky blades of grass
crackle under your feet.
(by Peter)
The sky is black,
the moon shines on the ice,
the ice is silver.
(by Sarah)
OK, they didn't count the syllables, but could you say they aren't good poetry? And since they are about the season, we'd be justified to call them "modern haiku".
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